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

*I'm trying out a character that immediately piped up in my head when I read this prompt, so I figured I'd politely warn you - she's a cusser. * 
 
 *Hope you enjoy! * 
 
 ***** 
 
 Ya got ta understand, Mister, I fuckin' hate March. 
 
 The whole month just gives me the damn heebie-jeebies, and I do n't like it at all. 
 
 Most people are less concerned with their `` Day of Destiny'' or whatever flowery stuff the Suits call it now. 
 
 Me'n'my... *family*, we hate our Death Days. Hell, most of us get on edge during our Death Weeks or Months. 
 
 Everyone knows nothin' can happen to ya any other time a' the year, though, so we get a bit reckless. 
 
 Yeah, you've got one'na *those* hooligans today. Usually we run, but since it's my Death Month, I'm not in'erested in that risk. 
 
 Fallin' into a coma until my Death Day is not the way I wan na go out, you know? 
 
'Course you do n't, not really. You've been taught to embrace your Day of Destiny, spend it doin' your thing, be ready to go out with a smile if it's your year. 
 
 Sometimes I've wondered if y'all even live in the first place. 
 
 Maybe that's why you're less scared t' die. 
 
 Do n't give me that look, Mister. Ya told me to talk,'splain myself, an' that's what I'm doin'. 
 
 ***** 
 
 I'm not tellin' ya the Day, dumbass. 
 
 Do I look like I'as born yesterday? You'll schedule my death for that day. 
 
 Oh, you didn' think the street urchin'd know? 
 
 Listen, fuckass, we do the same thing. That's why you won' find a single person still alive that knows my day. 
 
 Whattya tryin' to say, asshole, I did n't kill'em! Sickness did. 
 
 That's how I'came a street kid anyway. 
 
 ***** 
 
 March's almost over, you gon na let me go? I'm not gon na die this year. 
 
 Lie? Why, Mister,'course I could be! Remember where I came from'n all. 
 
 ***** 
 
'M still not tellin' ya. 
 
 Fuck off, it's March 25th, an' I do n't wan na deal with this nonsense everyday'till April. 
 
 ***** 
 
 Is it just me, or are these cells cold? 
 
 What's that look on ya face mean, Mister? 
 
 ***** 
 
 Fuck it. It's cold enough, I know what's wrong. 
 
 I lied t'ya. 
 
 M'Death Day is April 17th. 
 
 I am goin' out in a coma, are n't I, Mister? 
 
 ***** 
 
 Th' light hurts m'eyes... 
 
 Mister? 
 
 What're all these white dressed people doin' around me? 
 
 Mister? 
 
 Mister, what's the date? 
 
 April 18th? 
 
 Ya mean... I made it this year? 
 
... feels like borrowed time, Mister.
