Time to die
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Everyone has numbers. You may not be able to see them, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t there. Positioned several centimetres above an individual’s head, they forever count toward zero. They represent how long each of us have left, down to the second, and are as reliable as they are precise.
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Time to die

by SirApatosaurus

Everyone has numbers. You may not be able to see them, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t there. Positioned several centimetres above an individual’s head, they forever count toward zero.

They represent how long each of us have left, down to the second, and are as reliable as they are precise.

As no exception to the rule, every time I looked in the mirror, I saw my life ending one second at a time.

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I awoke, bound to a table. I tried to struggle free, but to no avail. Of course not.

The whole situation screamed to me, “This is how you die”, a fact derived by the sights that greeted my eyes as I observed my surroundings.

A plethora of instruments with varying degrees of sharpness were arranged neatly on a table about a half metre to my right.

A tripod mounted camera stood opposite me, the red blinking light betraying the secret that I was being recorded.

And a man, dressed in a boiler suit, who sat in the corner of the room staring at me. I caught his gaze and he grinned.

He stood up and walked to the table, contemplating with which device he would begin my final, agonising moments, settling in the end on a pair of pliers.

“Any last requests?” he chuckled.

Pausing momentarily to think, I asked him the date. An odd request to him, but nonetheless he obliged.

“Today is Monday the eighteenth of March. Anything else?”

I didn’t answer. Instead, I lay back and sighed. It was going to be a long week.

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