[ WP ] You are living in a world where you gain 1 hour of life or `` time '' when you kill someone . You realize you have 10 minutes left .

I knew the day was coming the second we were taught about Time Keepers. 
 
 I was destined to die young. Many people were, they just found ways around it. 
 All of my friends had killed people, it was fairly common nowadays. Sure, men and women in authority would lecture about being selfless and warned against `` cheating death'' but it was bullshit. No one listened. 
 A week after one of my classmates went on a shooting spree, the sherif came to speak with us about it. He'd say the generic `` violence is never the answer'' and `` No one's life is superior'' or something like that. We'd heard it a million times. The funny thing is, that cop had killed innocents, and we all knew it. There were the dead give aways - no expression in the eyes, chewed fingernails, etc. 
 The Sherif was an amateur. He probably knew the person he killed. That's the first and last mistake of anyone looking for Time. 
 The kids in my school, though? They were pros. They typically only killed the sick, weak, or near-death. They kill with guns. Never knives. Never their hands. Guns distance you from the victims. Guns give you time to Shut Down before pulling the trigger. Shutting Down is a talent, if I'm being honest. Even when people build walls around themselves, those walls crumble. You ca n't use bricks and stone in the age of tech. You ca n't just close yourself off. You have to disconnect. 
 Disconnect. I liked the sound of that, though I never had the guts to try. My time was mine, I did n't want to steal any. 
 
 10 Minutes. 
 A Time Keeper warned me right before fourth period - my favorite class. 
 `` TE-'' she hushed me before I could cause a scene. 
 `` We are sorry for the short notice.'' She replied, completely monotone. 
 `` You could n't give me a day or even maybe an hour to know?!'' I whisper-screamed. 
 My hands flew to my head, I grasped at my hair, clawed at my scalp, clutching on to chunks and strands of hair and pulling. A few good pieces came about before the Time Keeper could push my arms down and shove a small blue pill down my throat. 
 I choked, double over more out of shock than the uncomfortable feeling of two nimble fingers shoving a mysterious blue tablet down my throat. 
 By the time reason had found its way back to me, the Time Keeper was gone. 
 I had heard stories of people being slipped pills of various colors before dying. People speculated that the affects of the pills change depending on their color, but no matter what, they were supposed to have a soothing affect. I breathed a sigh of relief. Just what I need. 
 `` If I'm gon na die.. I might as well do so in my favorite class.'' I thought to myself. It was a sad thought, the thought of a geek or nerd to anyone who did n't know my reasons. But the reality was, my crush was in my next class and I had a thing or two I wanted to say before death. 
 
 7 Minutes. 
 I slid into class just before the bell, gliding through the room as if it was just another normal day. 
 The teacher was still out, probably talking with his colleagues. He loooooooved to talk, and he'd probably keep socializing for the next 5 minutes, maybe 10 if Miss Rigby was wearing something low-cut. 
 I set my books down on my desk, the soft thud blending in with the chatter between students. Some were sitting on their desks, but most were huddled in the center of the room sharing the latest gossip. Luckily, the guy I liked, Dane, was in his usual spot, chatting with his two best friends Monti and Blaine. Butterflies fluttered around in my stomach... well, more just massacred each other with steel wings. 
 With each step I took toward him though, a strange sense of calm washed over me. I did n't think it would be this easy. Steel wings turned to velvet. My footsteps softened until I felt like I was flying. All the laughs and shouts of my classmates faded into a dull murmur. 
 
 5 Minutes. 
 I reached his group faster than I'd thought, they turned to stare at me, but a burning red hue did n't wash over my cheeks as I expected... 
 I was calm. I could do this. 
 4 Minutes 
 I opened my mouth to speak, but words did n't come out. I raised my hand to my face, but they never made contact. I took a step forward to lean on a desk, but I no longer had control of my own body. 
 3 Minutes 
 Before I knew it my unwilling hand was on Dane's cheek and my lips pressed against his. Euphoria and adrenaline flooded me. I did n't think, I just acted. 
 His jaw stiffened, his shock resembling my own, but I did n't pull away. Neither did he. 
 We kissed for a long moment before a sharp pain tore through my body, it was n't in any single area. It was everywhere 
 2 Minutes 
 I gasped, pulling away, both of my hands falling from Dane's face and less than gracefully collapsing me into the desk beside us. My knees gave way, my nails dug into the wood of the desk. It hurt. It hurt so bad. The pain tore through every muscle in my body. It weakened me, forced a scream up my throat, but I could n't scream. I could do anything. 
 1 Minute. 
 The corners of my vision went splotchy before my hearing started to fade also. I could feel people running past me to grab a teacher, barely audible shouts carried through the classroom, then the hallways. Help would n't get here in time. 
 My mind raced for what could have done this. Every death had a cause. 
 Every. Single. One. 
 The pills. The Time Keepers. They were buying their own time by steeling ours. 
 My vision had left me completely, so had my hearing. All I could feel was the smack of my back against the floor and the cool, dusty tile before everything faded away. 
 
 
 EDIT: Spelling/ Grammar
