The Odio.

I'm Going to Die

"Hey, Chase!" I turn to my friend, Bradley, and smile.

I had just arrived to Erias High School, and late. Being a senior had its perks, of course. Being late as a senior didn't seem to faze the teachers, all they did was give a feeble 'be here earlier next time'.

The yard in front of the school was nearly empty, with only a few other seniors doing just what I was; skipping first period. As I said, being a senior had its perks.

April 24, 2017.

The date was stamped on top of Bradley's head. I nearly go light headed, not long now.

"Brad," I fist bump him lazily, "what's up?"

Brad wore a dark green t-shirt, and grey joggers. The epitome of relaxed. His dark brown hair fell in strands in front of his face in contrast to his pale skin. His frosty blue eyes were half-lidded, as if he had just made it out of bed. But I knew that wasn't possible; he always woke at five in the morning, at the least.

"Nothing much." He stops, and then his eyes widen. "Behind you, dude." He says, open mouthed.

I turn, and nearly bump into a red-headed girl with a blue frosted cake. My name is spelled in cursive on the top of it.

"Angelica?" I ask confused.

"Chase!" She chuckles, but I hear no joy in her laugh. Only emptiness feigning joy. "I made this cake for you!"

She shoves the cake into my hands, and frosting is smeared onto my fingertips. I groan, "C'mon Angelica," I look at the top of her head, looking at her date.

May 5, 2020.

I nearly gasped. That date was her birthday! What a sad world, to die on your birthday!

"W-why'd you bake me a cake?" I demand. "Is this some sort of trick? Like the one you pulled last year?"

Angelica's eyes widened as she remembered the stunt that she had pulled the year prior. She had made me a pie, and the second I put my fork into the sweet goodness, a balloon had erupted from within the crust, splattering me with pie.

Angelica freezes, and her expression immediately darkens. "I had apologized for that, Chase." She spoke through gritted teeth, and clenched fists.

"Whatever," I dismissed, "why'd you make this beauty for me?" I raised an eyebrow.

Angelica's eyes darted to the top of my head for a split second, before looking back at me. "N-no reason. I gotta go, bye!" She yelled over her shoulder and ran into the doors of EHS.

I frowned. How weird.

"That was kinda shady," Brad drawled, and tousled my blond hair, "whatcha' think that was about, huh?"

I clenched my teeth, and shrugged. Although I knew. Oh yes, I knew.

"Let's just go inside, okay?" I suggested, dragging Brad inside with me, my stomach twisting and turning.

I took a deep breath. This was how we were programmed, to see everyone else's death day... but our own. The heads of our society, the Dangers, they were called, had slipped something... extra into our water two years ago. They had claimed that they were testing a top secret chemical in their science labs, and had 'accidentally' poured some into the country's water supply. Oops.

After this, people had symptoms of feeling as if they were being watched, or felt a presence near them. Most people needed to be treated with intense drugs, but after a while these symptoms faded. Most of the people twenty one and up didn't notice a difference, but for the children in their mid-teens of Erias, had began seeing dates stamped in red on top of people's heads. Their death dates, we had collected.

Now, our generation, the generation of the 'Death Knowers', as we called it, could see when anyone was going to die, by simply willing to see the date.

The only downside? We weren't allowed to tell other people the date that they would perish.

The Dangers had announced that this was a wonderful power, claiming that we could use it to appreciate our time with others. They had said that they didn't posses this power, but if they could create this, then who says that they couldn't do something better or stronger?

At one time I had feared their knowledge. Now I craved for it subconsciously.

I shuddered, driving these thoughts out of my mind. We weren't supposed to question these things. Mom had warned me not to, although she had then done the same thing. She had taken a trip, saying she'd be back, but hasn't been back since then. It's been three months.

One thought stuck in my head, though, making me grab Brad's arm harder.

I was going to die soon.