A/N: This is an AU based on the Adam Silvera book of the same name. I recommend you check it out(unlike this, it doesn't get updated every day. It's complete). Now on with the chapter.
12:00 am
Betty woke up as she got a phone call. Her vision was blurry, but she was able to read who the caller ID was. Death cast. The one caller ID that always meant trouble. Betty knew exactly why they were calling.
She grabs her phone and answers it. She rubs her eyes. "Hello?" she asks.
"Hello, is this Elizabeth Cooper?" the lady on the other end asked. Her voice was deprived of any emotion. She wasn't even trying to pretend to be cheery or mournful for Betty. She has probably been doing this job for years.
"That's me," Betty murmurs.
"I've called to tell you that within the next twenty-four hours, you will meet your untimely demise," the lady explains. "We can't tell you exactly when you'll die, but we can tell you about fun ways you can spend your final day."
Betty tuned her out after that. Her eyes examined the room, examing all of her photos. There were a few photos of her and her bestfriends, Toni and Veronica, on the school's trip to New York. There was then a photo of her at her sister, Polly's, baby shower. The twins are too young. They'll never remember me. Betty thought.
Once the call ended, Betty climbs out of bed. She put on her jacket. She needs to get to her sister to tell her the news. It couldn't wait since Polly would leave for work soon. Her parents were still asleep, and Betty didn't wish to wake them. She just simply left a note that says "I got the call. - Betty"
The world turned upside down when death cast entered the picture a few years ago. People tried to figure out how they were able to predict deaths, but they never found answers. Their predictions always came true. The world adapted to this development, including movies and TV shows about this concept.
Betty put on her tennis shoes. She thought about driving, but she decides not to avoid dying in a car accident. She looks around the living room, knowing she might never come home. She then turns away, locks the door, and leaves.