Prologue
About 75 years ago the government decided to control yet another aspect of our lives, our death date. So they developed a microchip that is implanted in you 3 days after you are born. That chip creates a timer that looks like a tattoo, but it's moving. It's counting down, right down until the day you will die. When the numbers run out, you get sent to some mysterious place, where your life is taken from you. Hardly anyone dies before their "expiration date". And no-one has ever not had a timer show up. Until now. My name is Annabelle Luz, Belle for short. I'm 16, and my timer is gone. It was always there before. But on my 16th birthday, 17 days ago, it stopped counting. I remember the exact numbers. 78. 05. 02. 03. 17. 57. 45. I had 78 years, 5 months, 2 weeks, 3 days, 17 hours, and 57 minuets and 45 seconds. And in a blink of an eye, it was gone. It shut down, and that's never happened before. So now I'm waiting, with no direction. I'm playing, the waiting game.
Should i keep going? send me a message.
