The Girl Who Was Running Out Of Time
04:47 PM
The clock said 04:47 PM
I don't know why I remember that so clearly.
Maybe that was the moment I realised something was wrong.
Not outside.
But inside me.
The room was normal. Same walls. Same table. Same books. Nothing dramatic.
But my chest felt tight.
Not pain. Just pressure.
Like someone had given me only a limited amount of time in life. And forgot to tell me how much.
I opened my diary.
I didn't know what I was going to write.
But I wrote this.
I think I'm scared of my own future.''
I closed the diary immediately.
Because even reading that sentence felt dangerous.
Why would a 16 year girl be scared of her own future.
That was the first time I asked myself that question.
And I didn't have the answer.