[ WP ] : Someone hands you a paper , stating that you only have 10 days left to live .

Is was over before I knew it. The man in the black suit handed me a yellow envelope, and was gone. Inside was a note, a very interesting note. It had things on it about me that only I knew. Personal thoughts, stupid things I did as a teenager, things that I had n't thought about in years. It also had info about me. My height, age, weight, birth name, social security number, everything! At the bottom of the note, there was a message. It read: 
 
 Dear Tom Haydenwalker, 
 
 We regret to inform you of your death. If will happen exactly 10 days ( 240 hours ) from the time this note came into your possession. There is nothing you can do to prevent this. We recommend that you say goodbye to your loved ones, and make peace with your inner demons. Tell anybody about this note, and you will be dead within the hour. We offer our condolences. 
 
 Sarah Crane, 
 
 Holdenbaker Corporation. 
 
 I was in shock, I did n't know what to do. I stumbled to a nearby coffee shop and slumped into a chair. There was stuff in that note that I had never wanted to think about again. It was like having my entire life shoved into a single pill and force fed to me. I could n't die now! I was less than two months away from graduating from the university. I was studying to be a fashion designer, I already had the interest of a small startup in New York. I had a girlfriend, an apartment, a dog. I could n't leave that all behind! But how would this Sarah person know all of this personal stuff about me? I needed a drink, fast. Even though it was only 1 o'clock, I stumbled to the nearest bar I could find. 
 
 The place look very shady. As if high stakes drug deals might be going on in the back room. A group of very muscular punks with sleeveless shirts occupied a booth, but other than that I had the bar to myself. I sat down at the bar and the bartender walked over. He looked as if he were in his late 40's. HE was wearing a sweatshirt and a toboggan, even though it was summer. He had bloodshot eyes and a nose that looked as if it had been broke and regrew the wrong way. 
 
 `` What'll it be?'' 
 
 `` Just give me a bottle of bourbon'' 
 
 I slowly drank through the bottle all afternoon. I hated the taste of it, but I needed something to dull the pain. By around eight that night, that bar was packed. A bunch of rough looking men that you would n't want to meet in an ally occupied most of the bar. I had just finished my second bottle, and was about to order the third, but the bartender stopped me. I guess a clean faced kid in his early 20's did n't really fit in with the norm. 
 
 `` Get out kid, you do n't belong here. If you're upset about something, go see a therapist, you ca n't drink your problems away. I do n't want to see you round here again. Okay?'' 
 
 Huh, get that. The old man must of had a sympathetic side to him. He could obviously see what I was trying to do. At this point I did n't really care, so I stumbled out the door and down the street to my car. I checked my phone. Apparently I had not shown up for classes, or my anniversary dinner with my girlfriend. None of that mattered any more though. I slowly found the keys to my car in my pocket, and took an even longer time trying to get the car started. I was on my normal route to get to my apartment, when, out of nowhere, a tree sprung right into the middle of the street, and right into the hood of my car. 
 
 Let's take a minute out from the story here. I know what you all must be thinking. `` It's crazy to get this upset over death. Death ca n't be THAT bad, can it?'' It was n't death I was upset over, it was Jayden, my ex-boyfriend. 
 
 To be continued! Feedback is greatly appreciated!
