ᎬᏞᎬᏟᎢᎡᏆᏟ (c.t.) (under some editing(?))

Numbered Days 《8》

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I sat at the edge of Craig's bed, staring at some old documents I had found in Katherine's closet. I read up about my past, and what was in store for me when I returned to that hell called a laboratory. I had just scanned the bottom of the page, and my eyes caught something.

"Subject 0043 has been suspected to live for a minimum of eighteen years. The subject's body deteriorates when it disgorges. System failures are common in this type of subject. This expirement lead to the life span of Subject 0043 to live longer than others. I'll have you know that this subject can reincarnate. It won't last forever, so keep it safe and contained. We don't want another accident like last time, Katherine."

I sniffed, dropping the files to his bedroom floor. How many days do I left until my birthday? Five days? How was I going to tell Craig? I leaned back and landed on his soft space themed comforter and covered my eyes, sobbing quietly. I had five days until I die.

"(Y/n)? You okay?" A voice suddenly announces itself beside me. I sat up and wiped my eyes quickly, trying to hide that I was crying. Even if it was totally obvious. I gave him a quick nod, "Yeah. I'm fine," I smile at him, my heart breaking as I noticed his worried expression. Oh how I loved it when he showed emotion. Good or bad.

I stood up and leaned down to pick up the files, arranging them in the order they were in before. I made my way past Craig, but he placed a hand on my shoulder gently, stopping me, "Hey. What the hell is wrong?" he asked, his eyes boring into the side of my skull. If I dared to look him in the eye, I would've told him everything. I was scared. I shook out of his grasp and made my way down the hallway.

"(Y/n), what the hell is your problem?" Craig announced, his presence rushing up behind me quickly, and I barely flinched. I felt my eyes tear up. No... I can't tell him. I told myself numerous times. I turned to him, tears now rushing down my cheeks, "Craig," My voice cracks, but I keep it together,

"I have to leave."

Craig looked as if he had seen something odd, "What? Why?" he spewed out questions left and right, not even letting me go. "I have to so you won't get hurt!" I shout, clenching my fists together. He instantly stopped, his eyes widened slightly. I sniff and wipe my eyes, "I have to talk with you," I mumble. He nods, letting me walk past him to his room. As we were inside, I lifted the certain paper regarding my health, and handed it to him.

He raised an eyebrow, then started to read. As soon as he did, his expression softened and became sorrowful. He glances up to me, his eyes glossy, "You're... How?" he whispered. He dropped the paper, the familiar pain of sadness striking my heart. "No... No you can't. Please tell me this is fake," he pleaded, taking ahold of my hands, "Please, (Y/n)," he then slid down to the floor on his knees. I swallowed the lump in my throat and sat down with him. I hugged him tightly like it was my last, stroking his hair.

Craig wrapped his large arms around my waist, pulling into a tight hug, "You're lying," his voice cracked, "You can't go. This is fake," he was trying to reassure himself, but I said nothing to prove it wasn't a lie. He started to sob silently in my neck, and I cried along with him. It pained me to see him this way, and I don't think anyone has even seen him show this much emotion before.