The mark appeared five minutes ago. She was alone in her room, thankfully. She knew that she was completely alone now. There was no one who she could trust. She put on a long sleeve shirt to cover the mark, but it’s dark outline could still be seen under her thickest sweater. She wrapped her arm in cloth, tried to apply makeup to it, nothing worked. She understood that her time on earth was ending.
Just that say she had gone to class. Laughed with her friends. Smiled in the hallway.
Worried about homework. “I’m only 15!” she thought, “I’m not supposed to die yet!” But the mark
on her arm was proof that she was wrong.
Years ago a horrifying creature descended to earth. He called himself the Grim Reaper.
He explained to the people of earth that there were too many people to manage anymore. If
they didn’t help him, then no one would die anymore, unless they were murdered. This sounded
good to the humans, at least until the Grim Reaper showed them what a future would be without
The overpopulated world would be made only of cities; no natural landmarks or history
memorial would be spared by the overbearing humans. Governments from every country would
desperately try to find a way to sustain the population uptake. They would try the hardest to
achieve life in space, but they would fail, and many many people would die in the process.
People would begin to starve in mass numbers, because the world cannot produce enough for
this amount of occupants. But death would not take them, because the grim reaper had made a
promise to not take their lives. There would be chaos. Pollution would be worse than ever with
factories trying to provide enough for everyone and the government having bigger problems to
deal with. The rain would turn to acid and the air would be poison. People would increasingly
want to die. The suicideselfmurder rate would skyrocket.
The humans watched in horror at what the grim reaper had shown them. A future so
terrible, and they would be there to experience it. They begged the hideous creature to save
them. The creature had not come unprepared. He offered a solution. “When it is time for
someone to die, I will leave a mark on their arm. It will be able to be seen through any layer of
clothing, makeup, or tattoos. not even the removal of the skin will hide the mark. However, once
I place the mark on them, the other humans must kill them. It doesn’t matter if the person is a
world leader, a man of peace, a pop star, or a nobody. The person must be killed.” His last
words echoed as the world leaders who were called to make the deal stayed silent. The calm,
grumbly, but powerful voice started again. “Millions of people should be dead now. We are
wasting time. What is your decision?”
“We will take the deal” stated the North Korean Dictator.
“As will we” said the president of the United States of America. The rest of the leaders
agreed too, never wanting their future to be that the Grim Reaper had just shown them. After the
last world leader agreed, the Grim Reaper was gone.
Annabelle sat down and cried on her bed. How she loved her bed with the pink and
white checkered bed spread. The pictures she had taken lined her wall. A painting from when
she was in the first grade still hung, framed above her desk. She thought about Julie, her best
friend, Sammie, her sister, Jacob, her crush. Annabelle thought about her mom and her dad,
and how much they loved her. She eventually realized that there was no other option. Now was
her time. She took a deep breath, and stepped out of her room.
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