One MonthOne month. That's all I had left.
One month to live the rest of my life.
I looked at the black timer on my wrist. Seven hundred twenty nine hours and thirty minutes to be exact. Slowly the black ink changed. Seven hundred twenty hours and twenty nine minutes. I felt my heart get heavy. It's not fair. Why do we have to live like this? Innocent people were dropping dead left and right because they ran out of Time. We didn't ask for this. A soft knock echoed through my room.
"What do you want Eric?" I asked my little brother as he opened the door. His shaggy brown hair was sticking in every direction, his usually wide and happy green eyes were now bloody shot and droopy. "I had a nightmare.." He said in his soft voice, I sighed and scooted to the other side of the bed. "Come on." I said as I patted the bed, he smiled as he closed the door and skipped over to the bed. He placed his bear on the bed and hoisted himself on the bed, with my help of course. He was only eight years old, and he had one hundred seventy five thousand two hundred hours and five minutes left. Twenty years. It seems so long...but it isn't.
I looked back at Eric, he as already snuggled in the white and red blankets, holding his bear as if it was something he had to protect with his life. I sighed and laid down, my long white hair covering the blankets and pillows like a cover of snow. I held my arms out, allowing Eric to move closer, I lightly draped my arms over him and held him. My eyes slightly started to water....he smelled like mom.
Our mom died a year ago, I came home from school to find her ,what appeared to be, sleeping in her chair. But no, she wasn't asleep. She ran out of Time. "What happened to mommy?" Eric would ask every day for a month. "Where is she?" "Is she OK?" "I miss her." I had to lie to him, everyday. "She's out at the store." "She went out." "She is working late." I couldn't let him know. Unfortunately, he had chatty classmates.
"Eric...did you go into mom's room?" I asked, his eyes, now wide, looked up into my red ones with fear. I bit my cheek when I saw tears stream down his face. "I miss mommy!" He shouted as he held onto me tighter. I felt my throat tighten up. "Hey..I miss her too.." I said as I ran my fingers through his hair, my gaze ended up on my wrist, which only made me feel worse. I can't leave him here alone. I can't just leave him. "Eric....want some ice cream?" I asked, he looked up at me, rubbed his eyes and nose, and nodded. I picked him up and walked to the door. "Mr. Snuggles!" Eric shouted as he reached out to the bed, I smiled as I walked back to the bed and leaned down, Eric happily grabbed the last thing our mother gave him and nodded. "OK." He said, as if he commanded me. I shook my head smiling. So innocent. So young.
"Oh yeah? Then what's with the Hershey bar wrappers I found in your room?" I asked as I plopped two big spoon fulls of vanilla ice cream in the bowl then dressing it in the strawberry syrup. I placed the bowl on the table and put the ice cream away along with the syrup. "Your ice cream looks like you!" Eric said as I sat down and scooped up a little of it. "Eh? I guess your right." I said as I placed the cold sweet dessert in my mouth. Eric cringed and made a face. "Vanilla is gross." He said, I giggled and placed another spoon full in my mouth. "Mmmm, vanilla~" I said, making him scrunch up his nose in disgust.
I smiled as he, somehow, got chocolate all over his face. "Eric, you have to be more careful." I said as I got a paper towel and started cleaning his face. "Oi, sit still." I said to the squirming eight year old. "Nevvveeerrr!" He shouted, I shook my head and chuckled. Damn this kid, if only you weren't so cute. After cleaning the bowls and Eric, I carried him back to his room. "Tuck me in?" He asked, I nodded and started to tuck him in. "Snug, as a bug, in a rug." I said, something our mom always said. He giggled as I kissed his forehead. "Wait! Mr. Snuggles want's a kiss too!" He said as he brought his bear to my face. I smiled and kissed the bears forehead, then retucked him in. "Goodnight, Eric." I said as I left him room, taking a glance at him.