tick tock tick tock
I frowned. The time was going even slower than usual. Either my ages-old clock finally broke, or I was actually looking forward to my job. I shuddered at the thought, settling on looking at the pictures of my dead family on the walls.
"Why haven't I taken these down…?" I wondered, shifting my gaze to the messy pile of posters lying around on my floor. "I should take these and put them on the walls…" I muttered, picking one up to avoid stepping and ripping it. I glanced at the glossy paper, and smiled slightly.
It was a poster for Soul Eater, the anime. I had nearly forgotten about it, and it was a nice thing to think about compared to my dead family or the fact that I was probably going to lose my apartment soon. I sighed, staring at the mirror that was next to the window.
That's when I noticed it, the number on the back of the poster. It was slightly smeared, most likely when it was written with my Sharpie. It was a bit difficult to read, but I was able to tell that it said "42-42-564". I stared at the letters, trying to figure out the significance of the numbers. Then I spotted a messy scrawl of letters below it. "whenever you want to knock on Death's door." It said. Then I realized it.
"The number for contacting the shinigami…" I said quietly, dropping the poster onto the floor. I absentmindedly combed my hair with my fingers, and flinched when I hit knots. "Ouch…" I frowned, then went over to my mirror. I grabbed my brush and got through about… three knots on each side before… my brush broke.
Normally, I don't get upset over things like this… but I groaned in frustration. I hadn't brushed my hair in, like, a week because I didn't have time until now. I opened my mouth to take a breath before I started choking. "Damn that mirror dust…" I muttered between coughs. I grabbed a damp towel and wiped the dust off of the mirror, watching it fog up from the difference in temperatures. I blinked when the fog faded, and stood there for a few seconds, glancing at the abandoned poster a few times.
I wiped the towel against the mirror again, creating fog. Before it went away, I smudged 42-42-564 into the fog, muttering "wheneveryouwanttoknockonDeath'sdoor." in one word. I expected it to go away but… it didn't. In fact, the numbers were glowing.
…Was that ringing I heard?
A/N - Sorry it's so short! ^^; My friend, Kickasslover, is working on making the chapter longer. I was too impatient to wait for her to finish! Please R&R~
