[ WP ] A world much like ours , but each person is able to see the exact date of everyone else 's death , except for their own .

People have never wanted to be friends with me. When I was small, maybe some kids would play with me before their parents dragged them away. They whispered to their children about something as they pulled them away. Even my parents would just look at me with sad eyes, like everything was hopeless. 
 
 Everyone can see each other, see how much time they have left. It was in different neon colors, floating around their bodies, always visible. I'm guessing I do n't have a long time left to live. Everyone looks at me with their sad, sympathetic eyes. 
 
 I think, soon. Judging by the way the gas station owner gave me a free meal and that it's raining. I'm sick, after all. Maybe I'll be reborn into someone that lives a bit longer, someone that can appreciate the world better than I can.
