7 Days

I'm all alone in my own little space
No one there except for me
My thoughts are the only things to be heard
There's nothing to break the silence

I lie down gently and drift away
I wait for my eternal slumber to take part
Not expecting the slightest sound
All of a sudden, I jolt to hear the misnomer of all sounds

Ring-ring

The telephone rings, thinking of who it might be
Something inside me says it's no one I know
I pick it up anyway
Foolish mistake

"Hello?" I ask, quiet as I may seem
No one answers, only breathing
Prank call I assume
My assumption is clearly out of the ordinary

"You will die in seven days," says the apathetic voice
I stay quiet, not answering
Hanging up was my best option
I didn't hesitate to do so

This phrase I've heard before, only in movies
Uncanny it may seem
Only if this was the first time heard
Just a juvenile prank to catch me off guard

A day after the call
An omen fell upon me
The number 13 being visible in every glance I take
Just a coincidence, just a number I thought

Day two takes a different turn
A black cat walks in my path
Hissing at me with scorn
I ignore this once more

Day three is my third coincidental occurrence
I hold a mirror just to glance
Somehow it slipped from my grasp
The mirror touches the floor, shattering into pieces

Day four is something more
I sit on my porch without a care
The night is still and quiet like always
Until the howling of a dog cuts through the night

Day five is leading me to its conception
My window lays open
A raven sits there watching me diligently
I blinked once, soon after it vanished

Day six encloses me with fear
The day was warm and vibrant
No sign of a cold, and I shiver constantly
With no doubt, I have terror flowing through my veins

I thought to myself for as long as time can tell
If I were to die on the seventh day, how do I escape?
I tried to think of ways to turn this twist of fate
There were no options for me

The seventh day has come for its purpose
Seeking to take me from my existence
I couldn't help to think of how I was going to pass on
If that were the case, how is this possible?

I was going to take my last breath
I wish there was a way to escape this
There was nothing to save me
Only to say goodbye

I lay upon the window, saying goodbye to this world
As time goes bye, the closer my death will come
I close my eyes for a brief moment
The next moment, something has changed

Few moments before, my room was full of life
The next moment, everything is white and bare
I look around to see everything is empty and hollow
What just happened?

I ponder the room, looking for solemn answers
Nothing makes sense to what I see
Everything that held dear to me was gone
My fond memories washed over with white paint

I hear a door open in the front room
I run to see to whom it might be
I couldn't believe it
My dearest friend with someone I don't know

Not noticing the man beside her
I scream aloud her name
She didn't flinch
Her emotions were in a state of sadness

I called again
Neither of them glanced
Why can't I be heard?
She turns to glance at her side

She pulls a set of keys and hands it to the man
He takes them exiting to the door
My friend turns in my direction
Maybe she noticed

Before I could speak
She glided through me as if I was just air
She went to my bedroom
Sadly, she sulks

I watched her
Scrutinizing her every move and emotion
From one hand, she lays a rose on my window
She turns and doesn't look back, she weeps

I stare at the red rose, noticing its significance
As I stare, I didn't notice my friend's departure
I cannot explain of this meaning
One moment I was breathing, the next nothing

I tried to think of this outcome
I remember the phone call
Now that I am dead
How did I die?