The Darkest Part

Chapter 1

Hello, So this is my first story so please don't be rude about spelling errors or grammar errors. This book can get dark and the plot is very twisty but I hope you all like it. I wrote it all at once and I'm just now putting it on Wattpad. Enjoy

Songs:  Even my dad does sometimes: Ed Sheeran, Darkness keeps chasing me: Grace Vanderwaal, Praying: Kesha, Save Myself: Ed Sheeran.

Kiera's POV:

9/3/2054 is the day I am going to die. It is a date that has been surged into my brain every since I became 10. Today is 9/2/2054, it is my 16th birthday. I am just sitting in my bed staring out the window at the smog filled skyscrapers. My mother and father are at work and it's a Monday so I have to start getting ready for school.

I live in the Soviet States in New York City. Ever since the fifth World War when I was 9, Russia took over our country. In all honesty my life kind of sucks. Everyday is boring and uneventful. Even my own birthday because when knowing when you are going to die you don't get to enjoy your birthday like I could when I was younger.

When we are born our DNA, blood types, body weight, strength, everything about us is put in an algorithm. It will calculate the exact day you are going to die. The worst part is you do not know how death will come to you. It could be in your sleep, car crash, cancer, a bomb, you name it. Somehow, I am going to die tomorrow as a 16 year old girl.

We don't even get to live our own lives. We are all forced to wear grey because they restrict creativity. I remember one time, this girl from my school somehow found a stash of colored markers hidden and used them in class. I don't think I ever saw her again. In our country we always have somewhere to go, something to do, someone to be. Yet tomorrow it all ends.

Talking is very limited. Our Dictator Frederick Williams makes sure that we are in line and not overstepping any law. He comes from a long line of Williams'. The first Williams ever was the worst of them. We had two world wars and he just gave up to both of them. He was racist and basically used stereotypes to justify it.

My alarm goes off and I slowly drag myself out of bed. I couldn't sleep so I sat here thinking about my life. I grunt as I walk towards my closet. I grab the same boring outfit in grey as we did every day of our lives and put it on. I walk over to the mirror and stare at myself for the longest time.

My green eyes were a contrast to my wavy long ginger hair. Freckles gently lined my cheeks and nose and my skin had no pigment to it really. I wished I was born without all these freckles and bright green eyes and bright red hair. I couldn't fit in at school with all the girls with their blonde or black hair.

After breathing in and out for a while and just accepting my life, I went to the front door grabbed my grey backpack, and left. Breakfast never appealed to me unless it was pancakes or something fun.

I walked slowly to school trying as hard as I could to not suffocate under the smog. Banners of Dictator Williams lined the streets as hover cars passed by without hesitation. I could see the school up ahead which was an old prison that they reconstructed into a school. It's funny how most people call school a prison metaphorically whereas my school is a prison metaphorically and physically.

I sigh as I approach the school everyone stares at me as I pass by them. Why do they always stare like I have a weird skin condition?

"Ay! Ginger, what's the rush?" I was met by a guy nearly twice my size. His gray emotionless eyes stared at me as he smirked. My heart rate increased and I curled my hands into fists.

"Get out of my way Dustin!" I say lowly. It only made him laugh.

"Aww. Come on now Ginger no need to fight. Unless you want to." He whispers into my ear. I've seen the same expression on him before. Shivers rush down my spine and I try to suppress my fear.