Prompt:
Write a story that starts with a spoiler of what happens in the story, yet still make the end surprising.
It was July second, 2015. I opened my eyes and saw on my ceiling the words “You will die today.” I looked around and saw nobody. I was freaked out, but I decided it was my siblings trying to pull a prank on me.
So I went about my day, business as usual. I headed to my summer job at a FroYo shop, went shopping with my friend Elise, then came home to watch the baseball game on ESPN. As I sat on the couch I looked over at my parents. They were sitting at the kitchen counter, whispering, looking over at me. When I turned, they whipped their heads around and kept quiet. But I had distinctly heard the phrase, “… in her sleep.”
In my sleep what? Do I talk, walk, or sing? I guess so. I decide to not be bothered by it. But when I went to bed I looked up at the words above me and wondered who had written them. Could it be me? Was I writing things in my sleep? Maybe. I drifted off before I realized that it may have been a warning from my unconscious self.
Because later that night, I was dead. I had committed suicide.
In my sleep.