Alano
8:45 p.m.
I am going to start seizing life when I want, as I want.
One of my biggest mistakes has been acting as though being someone’s son means behaving like I’m a child who needs permission
for everything. Even when I was a child I didn’t get to properly be one because I was forced to grow up sooner than most.
Now I’m nineteen, but it feels like the horrors this week have aged me by years. I want to grow older with happier memories
that can silence the gunshot that will echo forever in my mind, the pleading cries of strangers and friends, the switchblade
springing out of an assassin’s phone to kill me.
Those tragedies are among many that have inspired me to undergo my biggest change, just as the losses my parents faced trying
to conceive me is what led to the creation of Death-Cast. My father wanted to protect the world from the unbearable pain of
unexpected grief. In doing so he’s had a suffocating hold on my life that has forced me to adapt for my freedom.
I finish filling out a form on the Death-Cast app and read the message that pops up:
Death-Cast is sorry to lose you as a member, Rosa.
As long as you live, we are always here to remove the unknown of your death should you seek to reactivate your service.
That’s it.
To ensure I forge my own destiny, the Death-Cast heir is now living pro-naturally.