The Numbers

The begining

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Preston's P.O.V

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I hear my stupid alarm go off at 6:00 am in the morning. I slowly get out of bed, mentally cussing at myself for not going to sleep earlier. I quickly make my bed as nice as possible so my Mother does not yell at me more than usually today. I walk to the bathroom that I share with my brother. Thanks to him I wake up an extra 30 minutes just to get in there. For a scrawny 13 year old boy, he sure does spend a whole lot of time in the bathroom getting ready. In which I don't find fair because we are designated only 15 minutes to take a shower and another 15 for the other necessities in the bathroom for the morning, but since my brother is adored by my Mother and Father, he gets an extra thirty, hence cutting into my time. As I turn on the shower, a sharp pain is admitted into my left wrist, a sign that I should check my death date. Let me explain, in this perfect society, at birth a serum is injected into our blood that will place our death dates on our non-dominate wrist. A long time ago, our people though that is would be best that we knew our death dates so that we could "prepare" for them. Anyway, I check my wrist and the numbers 1, 3, and 17 are shown. There was one little flaw in the creators serum; the order of the numbers is not necessarily when I will die. It could be 1 day 3 hours and 17 minutes but I highly doubt that considering the fact that I am a 16 year olds. So I guess it is 17 years 3 hours and 1 minute. So there's the mystery. I hop in the shower and let the cool water run over my body, southing all of the cuts and burns that scar my body. Once I have been in the shower for 15 minutes, no more no less, the water shuts off. I walk out and wrap the warm, pure white towel around my body and look at the clock. It reads 6:17. Damnit I think, I'm already behind and I haven't even left the house yet. I quickly throw on my blue blouse and white jeans even though it is April and hot as hell out. But if I were to wear shorts everyone could see the scars and burns, so long pants it is. I blow dry my long red hair and braid it. After applying light mascara and praying my Mother does not notice the makeup, I hurry down stairs. I pass the big wall clock as it indicates it is 6:30. Right on time, I think. I start up the stove and place a pan on waiting for it to heat up. Once heated, I crack 4 eggs in the pan and throw some bell pepper, ham and onion in.

After the scrambled eggs are finished, I neatly place them on 4 plates with a cup of orange juice next to each of the plates. I sit down in the same place I normally sit and dig in. At the clock hits 7, all the nerves I have get jumpy. 7 am. The time of day I hate the most. When all hell breaks loose. I had just finished eating and was putting my plate in the dish washer when a chill went over me. They are up, I though.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" The cold voice inquired.

"Mother." I greeted the voice and turned to my father who was standing behind her, "Father."

"Don't 'Father' me. Your Mother asked you a goddamn question. Answer her!"

"Sorry Father. Mother, I was simply putting my dirty dish in the dish washer."

As I spilt out the last word, a sharp pain is admitted through my left side of my face. The impact of her hand on my face shocked me. I am used to her hitting me but every once in a while it shocks me. I make sure not to cry because that will just make my life even worse at the moment.

"What have I told you about being a smart ass?" She asks completely ignoring the fact that she has just hit me.

"I am sorry, Mother. It will not happen again." I say.

"Get out of my sight." She barked.

I quickly grab my bag and walk out of the house. 7:15, the same time I leave every day. The same morning routine. Same abuse from my Mother. I just hope one day it is all over, but I know that will never happen because that is the only way she thinks we will be a "normal family". Bullshit.