[ WP ] Every person born is given a date of when they will die . These dates have no year , however .

As Ryan clutched his bed sheets. Hoping it was n't for the last time. Sweat slowly glided down his face as he glanced at the clock. He was told when he was 6. August 8th you will die. But they did n't know what year. Now it was 11:57PM, August 7th. In 3 minutes he'll figure out if he gets to enjoy one more year, or die in agony. He starts doing the breathing exercises he was taught to do every since he was 12. 7 in, 7 hold, 7 out. 7-7-7. He glanced once last time at the clock. 12:00AM. He did it. A smile slowly creeped up as his younger brothers busted through the door. Thom, Jack, and Xavier both stood there wondering if their brother died. First to notice was his youngest brother who had the biggest smile he'd ever seen. Ran up and clutched the collar of his PJ's and give him a big hug. 
 `` Happy Birthday bruvie!'' Thom exclaimed with his lisp kicking in. 
 Next was Xavier who pranced along to give him a pat on the back. 
 Then Jack who gave an encouraging thumbs up and said your finally 19. But soon fell back asleep on the wooden side of the door. Ryan swore he could fall asleep on anything at anytime. He smiled as he managed to get Thoms deathly grip off of him and sent them all away. 
 He reached to grab his walkie talkie as tuned into his and Sara's channel. You could hear Sara's breath jump and Ryan grinned at that. He said, guess who gets to party with you once again.
