It was raining. It's always raining in good movies when something bad happens, but for me it was different. I know nothing was wrong. But it was. For someone. Ever since I was small, I've seen numbers over the heads of everyone I meet. Like a countdown clock. They show me things this: 37-04-03-12-43-26. 25. 24. 23. As I got older, I realized what they were. It was the time they had until their life ended. I had watched my best friend's clock tick to zero before I figured it out. It was cruel and sad that I had to know this and never tell them, but honestly. What's the point in knowing when you were out of time? I still visit Eric's grave every day. I don't really know why, I feel like I owe it to him. He was the best friend I ever could've asked for. Kind, content, funny, compassionate... Everything I'm not. But maybe it's because of those clocks. I wish they would hide themselves from me the way they do for everyone else. Because of them, I have to go through life alone. I can barely look at my parents straight because I see how much time they have left. And it hurts me to know the numbers. It makes me feel so alone.
