Sentience

Amica Rune is a normal eighteen-year old girl. All her life, like many others, she has thought about her death. How will it go? Will it be painful, quick? Am I going to cry? It's common for these thoughts to course through one's head, since everyone knows when they're going to die.

So she sits in her room, waiting and waiting for her time of death because eighteen is her lucky, bittersweet, number. Her clock strikes 11:56 PM. She looks around wildly as the agonizing minute quickly goes by. "Why am I still alive?"