Dying is Being Human - Phan

12:21 A.M

Daniel Howell 12:21 A.M

*Buzz*

I look down at my phone on the carpet violently buzzing. It's 12 A.M there should be no reason someone should be calling me. The ring is different though its very urgent and unnerving. the ring keeps getting louder the more it rings so I hesitantly pick it up.

Death-cast

The caller ID reads. this must be a joke. I'm twenty fucking twenty. they must have the wrong number. I am not dying today I can't die today. I look at my open sketch book on my desk. a sea turtle floating around a handsome Merman. I have too much skill to die this isn't fair! I violently push answer.

"is this a joke?" I yell into my phone. My voice is shaky and I can't focus.

"Hello? Is this Daniel Howell?" The lady on the other side asks nicely

How the hell is she so calm. She's talking to a decker. A kid that actually can't beat death and will actually die.

"...Yes" I say very quietly

"Hi daniel. I'm calling from Death-Cast-"

The funny thing is is that everyone has Death-Cast's number. You may not even know you have it but its there. waiting for your day to come.

"-I regret to inform you that in the next twenty-four hours you'll be meeting an untimely death. On behalf of everyone here at Death-Cast, we are very sorry to loose you. Live this day to the fullest. Okay?"

"okay" I say very sadly into the phone.

How the hell is she staying so god damn happy. You aren't dying today lady! You don't know what its like hearing the screech of the call. you don't know what it's like to die.

I'm not even sad. I'm just angry. Maybe I acted sad to make her feel bad, I don't know. I hang up my phone and place it on the table. Should I be sad, angry, disappointed? I don't know! what are you supposed to feel when you are going to die prematurely and with no illness. I grab a sharpie from the top shelf of my desk. I pop off the cap and right in huge letters.

D E C K E R

Over my drawing. What's the use of a drawing that won't even matter after i'm dead. Maybe this is karma. All I do is draw and be a dick to people lower then me. Would this world even miss me?

I Should tell my mum and dad but what would they care. they only had me to get child support, and now that I'm not a child i'm just a waste of space.

I decide what the hell I'd like to see them panic. I snatch the drawing and walk out of my room.