Zach sat in his room, reading a book. Flicking through the pages, he was reminded of everything that had happened that day.

"Tch..."

'𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘦! 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢 𝘫𝘰𝘣!'

His hands tightened. Ugh, his brother. He was always being compared to him. Although he hadn't done anything wrong, Zach was still mad.

'𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯 𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘰𝘵! 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘰 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺!'

That was what he had said. His brother was a year younger. However, he was praised and Zach was not. Why? Because. according to hi parents, he had been found while they were taking out the trash as a baby.

There was a loud bang in the corner of the room, and a flash of...blue smoke? Throwing his book up into the air, he stared. At first, Zach thought there was a fire. However, he quickly noticed there was a...woman sitting in thin air?

Wait what?!

A woman sitting on air?

Nonetheless, the woman turned, slowly making her way over to him, inspecting him.

"Boy...." She declared finally, "It seems you only have a few years left to live. Pity....and so young, too."

His eyes widened. "Who are you? Some kind of voodoo magician or something? Why are you here? And what bullshit are you spouting?"

"Yes, it's true, child...." Sitting on the bed, she sighed. "My name is Amyra. I am a demon, from Hell. Specifically, one that monitors how much time people have left before Death. And you....you only have a few years."

He breathed in, out, slowly.

A few years....?

Yet he has so much to do and say. He wanted to make his parents proud....he wanted to get married....

"I truly am sorry, child. However, I am not the one who decides these things."

And she disappeared once more.

".....SAY FUCKING WHAT?!"