savior

forty three

DAY TWENTY EIGHT; THREE DAYS TO GO

"You wake her up!"

"No, you! You're the one who wanted this whole meeting to come together in the first place!"

"You're older!"

"Do it!"

"Fine! I'll—oops!"

As I slept, I kept hearing voices. Somehow I knew who they belonged to, and that made goosebumps rise on my arms. Suddenly, everything began to get hot. I felt the sweat roll down from my forehead. The smell of smoke filled my nose.

My eyes shot open. Standing in front of my bed was Death and Life, looking apologetically at me and my now burning blankets. My bed was on fire! I quickly sprang up and ran around the room, in search of a bottle of water to put it out. "Don't just stand there!" I shouted. "You have some super powers, or whatever! Help me put this out!"

With a snap of his fingers, Life stopped the fire from spreading. Burns marks were etched onto the fabric. Inside I was still freaking out, because that was no way to wake up someone. I glared at Death, who just shrugged.

"What do you want? Why do you guys always just appear in my bedroom?" I asked, wiping my forehead. The whole fire thing scared me half to death, and I didn't know how to calm myself down. I almost died. Surely Death would've been happy about that.

I cleared my bed of the burned blankets, throwing them on my floor. "We just thought we should visit you; see how you're doing with this Irwin kid," Life said. "I didn't want to come, but apparently I had no choice."

"We heard about your little break up yesterday. Sucks, doesn't it?" Death said, crossing his arms over his chest. He let out a chuckle.

He just had to remind me. It wasn't like I didn't think about it, because I had spent all night trying to come up with ways to get Ashton to talk me again. I could just barge in his room, strap him to a chair, and explain everything to him, or, I could call him and get everything off of my chest that way. Either way, I don't think he would've forgiven me right away.

I should've told him what was going on as it happened. It sure would've made things easier for us. Then Ashton would be a little more understanding, and he'd probably allow me to tell him that I wasn't leaving, and he'd believe me. But because I decided to keep things to myself, he broke up with me after only a few days, and we weren't talking anymore.

Being isolated from Ashton scared me. I had no idea what was on his mind. He may have refrained from telling me what he was thinking sometimes, but at least he'd make conversation about something else instead of avoiding me altogether. I really wanted to see him again and fix things.

"It does," I answered truthfully. It did suck, every part of it. I was such a loser. Maybe we shouldn't have started dating in the first place. "While your here, can I ask you some questions?"

Death rolled his eyes, while Life just sat silently on my desk chair. "If you must. Make it quick."

I had so many things I wanted to ask him. First, there were things like why he decided that breaking us up would make Ashton want to kill himself. He wasn't stupid enough to end his life over that, because I was still going to be his friend and he knew that. And I wanted to know many other things about these friends that Death has been talking about. I've only met Life and Fate, and they haven't done much to effect the life saving process.

But I wasn't sure what to ask him first.

"Why are you here, right now?" I asked, trying to decifer between the many questions in my head.