Last day of the year
Prolouge
My name is Josh. I am what you would consider a normal kid. Excpept for one thing.
I have an expiration date. I was born thirteen years ago today. Most kids are happy on their birthday, but I celebrate my birthday every year, in fear. Because my "expiration date" has no year. Just a day. So that is my mission. When will I die? I know that there is some way. Some way to find out. But how?
I found out about all of this just 4 years ago. I was nine years old and in the middle of the night I had a dream about someone...or something...leading me towards a small cabinet in my parents office in the basement of our house. I woke up to find myself standing in front of that very cabinet. I never sleep walk, but for some reason I did that night. I was confused. That was never a cabinet that I even thought about considering looking in. It has always just been there. I eyed the cabinet, and just stood there for nearly five minutes when I finally looked down at my shakey, outstretched hand that had just grasped the handle of the cabinet. I slowly, and carefully pulled open the door. I looked in with one eye opened, not daring having them both open, in fear of what I would see. I looked around in that small area, and saw nothing. I then opened up the other eye just the slightest bit. And then I saw something. A piece of paper sticking out from the corner of the little cabinet. I reached my hand in, and pulled it out. I unfolded the paper, my hands trembling like crazy. I looked down at the large piece of paper in front of me. I looked around the room. How could I have been so stupid? My birth certificate? Really? But then I noticed something that I hadn't see before.
"Date of Birth April 3, 1998 Date of DEATH April 3, -----"
That word "death" rang in my ear for what felt like hours. I stood there stunned. Until the light switch flicked on. I spun around to see my parents. Both with angry and scared looks on their faces.
They knew. They knew the whole time.