27/11/2014

27/11/2014

It appeared in July, when I turned sixteen, on my wrist in twisted black characters. People get these dates all the time but most get more than a few months. I don't want this to happen yet. I have so much more to do and so much more to see. I wanted to travel the world with just a backpack and a map with me. I wanted to go to university and become a doctor. Marriage and kids are no longer a possibility. I was going to try for a boy, I was going to call him Darren. I'm halfway through writing a book, my greatest work so far. It is about- No I won't tell you, maybe they will publish it once this is over.

My family have had time to come to terms with it, I mean, they've all seen it. How could I hide it? It has charred my life since that day. They have tried to say positive for my sake. Who wants to be sad at a time like this?

It is nearly seven and nothing has happened just yet. Maybe it's wrong and nothing will happen. It's never happened before but maybe just this once.

I wonder what it is going to be like. Will it be peaceful or painful? Does anyone know?

Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock.

I will wait. I wonder what will happen. I wonder how it will end.