"Arghh..."

I wake up to the sound of my ever annoying alarm buzzing away. Feeling a slight sense of vertigo, I rise up slowly, knowing fully well that if I don't I'll probably lose my job.

Not that I particularly cared about that in the first place .

"New day, same old stuff". Yawning as I drowsily murmur my 'every morning slogan.

After quickly washing up, I wear a plain white long-sleeved shirt with black jeans and a white pair of sneakers to match.

On my way to have breakfast, I realize that I no longer have any food left in my fridge.

But as luck may have it, I find an almost finished pack of cereals in the bottom cabinet of my kitchen, which was well on it's way to being expired. I indifferently ate my barely passable breakfast, uncaring if it's expired or not.

While getting ready to leave for work my cellphone rings, and from the time on my watch, I could already guess it's my boss calling.

"Damnit, I'm late for work... again!".

I decide not to pick up the call for obvious reasons, increasing my pace instead, to avoid being more late than I already am.

Bringing along a small bag with some work-related files and materials with me, I gaze upon my reflection on the cracked mirror in my living room to affirm my readiness for work.

I see a tall man about 185cm possessing a lean but athletic physique, jet black hair, a well chiseled jawline..with dark, cold and empty eyes of someone who's lost all hope.

.... That's me, Adam.

*****

"Adam!...you're late once again". My boss complains with a stern expression on his face. "I'm sorry sir, I had to help my neighbor retrieve her cat that got stuck on a tree". I lied with a completely straight face.

Sighing, he said, " Alright, just get to work already". He most probably knew I was lying but decided to cut me some slack because I'm a hard working employee, but I couldn't even care less despite his good will.

I'm an IT (Information Technology) group leader in 'Wilson Tech. NYC' (New York City). So though I don't really need to do so much hefty work, I still have to supervise and teach my group members some necessary things once in a while, which most don't find pleasant considering my young age. But they can do nothing about it since I earned this position fair and square because of all the efforts I put through. Well, it's mostly because something about me feels eerie and unsettling to them for quite some time now.

Well, I can't really blame them. I lost my only family about six years ago in a plane crash, which were my parents, and just when I thought I could start over again and move on, a couple years later my doctor said that I had contracted a rare ailment, which could not be 'fixed' with the current level of technology and predicted that I'll die, unfailingly within a years' time, as a consequence of the perculiarity of my cells.

For some reason my cells deteriorate five times faster than an average person. Naturally, cases like these can be addressed and easily noticed since some of it's symptoms are easy to detect, like; increased vulnerability to pathogens, functional decline and most especially, aging.

It quite just frankly means you're growing older. It happens to everyone.

But my case rested on the 'extreme' type and more so to the fact that those aforementioned symptoms don't seem to apply to me or appear visible in any way.

If I hadn't randomly decided to get a full body medical check up, I'd have lived and died with ignorance.

The doctors tried their best but nothing could be done, the only thing they could do was to advise me to focus on writing my 'will' and say my good-byes, as dying became a complete certainty.

And...Well, after some calculations in reference to my cells they were able to provide the exact time of my death down to the millisecond.

This definitely wasn't something a young man like me with lots of hopes and dreams would wish to discover.

And as though it was planned, this happened almost as soon as I got my big promotion after years of continuous hardwork and dedication.

At first I thought that maybe I should live my life to the fullest and have no regrets, but the closer I felt my death approaching, the more distraught and hopeless I felt. This state of mind made me develop a cold demeanor unfitting for a young man in his early-twenties.

Now, the only thing that makes this day different from others is...Today, is when I die.

....This is My Final Day..