4 hours and 12 minutes

Even if I tell you this, you're probably not going to believe it. But I'm still going to. Alright, let's get to it. I know exactly when I'm going to die. Not just me, I can predict other people's death too. I first knew when I was four, when my mother went out like she did every week. But when she waved me a rushed goodbye, I heard this voice in my mind going '28 minutes,15 seconds to go'. I had this hard feeling that it was the last time I'd see my dear, dear mother. It was. She met with an accident, and when she was taken to hospital it was too late. You may be thinking, you probably don't even remember your mother, how can you remember thinking that?

Well, appropriate question. Not only can I predict people's death, I also never forget a face. I should have been a celebrity for this, but no one believes a 9 year old who says he can predict deaths. Which is why I'm writing this. I'm going to die today. I know I am. I have 4 hours 12 minutes and 45 seconds to go. I'm only nine, and I don't deserve to die. Now, my mom, she was around 34 when she died, way older than me. Maybe I don't feel too scared, because I understand we'll have to deal it sooner or later. In my case, really soon. But I'm thankful for living a fairly content life of 9 whole years.

I'm not sure how I'm going to die. I'm perfectly healthy so nothing related to the body then. I have no intentions of killing myself, so can't be suicide. Maybe a murder? How wonderfully glamorous! I bet I make the headlines on all the news. I can just picture it- '9 year old murdered for money' or 'Unfortunate death of Eric Hardington'. Wow. Wonder what my classmates would say to that. Well. I don't care. And I won't be there to see it anyway. I bet I'm living in heaven in an awesome mansion with my own poodle.

10 years later

Okay. This is weird. I was supposed to die. I thought. I'm nineteen, and still living. I'm thankful for this extended years on life. I came back to this book when I was cleaning out my loft. It's been 10 years since I last wrote in this. Feels crazy. Well, I was wrong about my death. But someone else died. Someone really close to my heart. My first ever pet Iguana, Skittles. Maybe I don't always know who's going to die, but I still know when. And maybe, that's enough.