New World

A young lady decides she wants to make the world a better place. She knows what she wants and knows she can do this. It will be hard work but well worth it. It will help everyone as well as animals. No one will have to do without anything they need.


10. Numbers

I looked down at the numbers on my wrist.  I didn't have anyone,  So I simply laid down in my bed and closed my eyes.  I heard my clock ticking.  5 4 3 2 1  Goodbye Cruel World... ... I always imagined dying would feel a lot different.  I opened my eyes and stared at my ceiling.  I was supposed to die.  The numbers said I was supposed to die 20 seconds ago.  I sat up in my bed and looked at my numbers again.  How was I still living?  

It made sense for me to have numbers.  But I wished I didn't.  As I looked at them I wondered what I had done to deserve them?  Was I bad?  They are so ugly I don't like to think about them or look at them.  Yet I do!  Why I do not know!  There is something about numbers that carry me through.  Yes I know I am weird.  You would be also if you had numbers on your wrist and had to see them every day.  

As my clock ticked on I did also.  I tried to count them all but I finally lost count.  Why do I care?  I don't want to die!  But I have to the numbers are counting my time.

Five for me to count.  Four more to go.  Three almost there.  Two, time to think of what to do. One oh no my time is up.  My world you are so cruel,  Goodbye,  I will miss you and all you bring.  My family,  my friends,  the flowers and trees.  But wait I have no family or friends.

Yet you still bring me good things.  The sun to warm me,  The moon to guide me,  and The stars to light my way.

This is not the way I thought dying would be!  This is a shock for me and spooky.  With darkness and creatures.  Howling all night,  Bones in my grave and someone drinking my blood.

With worms surrounding me and no where to put my feet except in the grave,  where I will lay. 

I do not know why I stared at my ceiling.  There are so many other things to stare at.  It is not beautiful.  It does nothing for me.  It's just there.

Now why am I not dead?  I am supposed to be yet here I am still living.  Maybe heaven is not ready for me and the devil does not know what to do with me!

What am I talking about I don't even know me.  Who am I.  Just a girl waiting to die.  



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