WARNING- This book deals with death, talks of depression, talks about suicide, and murder
If you don't like those and or feel uncomfortable, don't read this book. It can get gory and I will always put warnings at the beginning of chapters, but really if you can't handle it please dont read this.
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Everyone has a crush, someone they want to kiss, hold hands with, love.
Right?
I do.
Sophie Peters.
The most beautiful girl ever in school. She's so caring, everyone loves her, she's so nice.
And single.
We've been best friends for years.
Our parents are friends and we met through them but we saw each other around the school.
Blonde hair, brown eyes, Clear face doesn't wear makeup, the girly girl type that listens to Disney music. Always so happy and hyper even at 4 am on facetime. 5'3. She's perfect in every way.
And people don't know why we're friends.
She's outgoing and well me? Ha. I'm the quiet kid in the back of the class, I don't have many friends. Only Sophie and William. William has been Sophie's guy friend since 1st grade. Jealous? No, he's chill. 6'0. Rocker type, plays guitar, he's chill and super gay but Sophie and I are the only two who know. And Will's Boyfriend but he doesn't live in the same state.
But as to what I'm saying. I'm Chase Evans. I have a special ability. That no one knows of except me.
I see when and how people die.
Basically, I see numbers on people.
By [years:days: hours] and right under it says how. I don't have one, I know I'll die I just don't know-how.
I wish I could talk to someone about this but no one has this, and if someone does can they come into my life?
I've seen so many ways of death.
Suicide
Old age
Car Accident
Cancer
... Murder...
I've only ever seen one person with [00:00:00]
[Cancer]
No one saw it coming except me, that's why I got so close to my grandma. I knew it couldn't be helped. But I spent every second with her before she even told people and I was still the first she told. I was there with her. She gave me a journal and said not to open it until my 18th birthday. Lucky for me I'm 18 in 1 month.
But before I even start thinking of my birthday, I have other, bigger things to worry about.
Way
Way
Bigger.
And way, way scarier.
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I got up and looked at the room around me, blank, empty.
I looked in the mirror and waved my hand over my head and looked up and sighed.
¨No number.¨ I said to myself as I got dressed.
I walked down the hall of my 1 story house only to greet my mother and father in the kitchen about to leave for work. My mother turned around and smiled.
¨Good morning sweetie!¨ She said. She was always a lively happy person and always looked on the positive side of things.
55:09:39 and counting.
[Old Age]
Everyone has numbers. Except me. I don't think I can see mine. I know I'll die everyone does, I just don't know when.
My father smiled at me when my mother said good morning. Everyone sees him as a big scary guy but he's actually not mean at all Everyone who knows him loves him.
52:12:38 and counting
[Old age]
¨Good morning.¨ I responded trying to smile as I walked out to my bus. Sophie was there to greet me and sit by me.
Sophie's number scared me, more than anything in the world. But I can't say anything. Little does she know I've been protecting her and watching over her making sure she's ok.
00:20:03 and counting
20 days and 3 hours...
[Murder]
Years: days: ḧours
I try not to pay attention to it. It drives me crazy and I'll make sure it happens. I just don't know what will happen if I save her. WHEN I save her.
I looked at her. I smiled as if everything were calm inside me, she had her eyes closed about to fall asleep with her music in her ears right after. I closed my eyes only to awaken when we arrived at school. Sophie already looked awake and hyper and energetic and I know I looked depressed and tired. I don't know when Sophie woke up but dang she was hyper, How does she do it? The whole bus was silent for it being 7:20 in the morning.
Everyone got off the bus and scattered around all going to the same building. Sophie took her earbuds out and walked beside me as we made our way into the cafeteria at school.
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When and How
Short StoryChase and Sophie have always been friends. Chase has a special ability, he can see numbers above peoples head, when and how they die...