Seven Days (A "The World Ends with You" fanfic)
I have seven days left to live.
What a bummer.
People walk past, going about their normal lives.
They don't see me.
They don't hear me.
I am like a ghost.
But I am alive...
...Arn't I?
Am I alive or am I dead?
Or somewhere, caught in between?
Only thing I know for certain is this game.
I have seven days left.
Seven days.
I hope I make it.