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Dave yawned as he watched death disappear into the distance. ''Last day, huh?'' Dave chuckled to himself, he hadn't believed a second of any of the hour conversation that he had with death, Dave found it rather amusing really, but also boring at the same time.

He shrugged his shoulders and continued laughing at his reddit feed that lit up his screen.

''Why aren't you taking this seriously?'' Asked Sam, Dave's older sisters, from around the door. ''You need to take this seriously.''

''I am - I am'' Dave corrected with a big smile on his face, ''okay not really, but really, why should I, do you honestly believe that crap? A guy comes in here dressed in a dark robe, puts on a spooky voice and tells me I'm going to die in less then 24 hours. It can't be for real. Anyone can do that-'' Dave cut himself off, everything started to kick in, maybe it was real, but also maybe it wasn't.

Dave started to have a series of thoughts, 'The horrifying part is that I have to wait 24 hours for an answer and that sounds awfully boring, also I have a 50% chance of survival,' he scoffed out loud, 'I don't like those odds. But whatever at least I have my jokes.'

Sam shoved aside the question as to why Dave scoffed and continued saying her other thought aloud ''But it is 'for real'.'' She mocked Dave by changing her voice when she repeated 'for real' after him, she hated how her brother spoke to that, their father did too.

'Well like mum always said,' Dave continued, ignoring the rude mocking that just took place, 'Live every day as if it's your-' 'Don't you dare bring mother into this, we do not speak of mother in this house.' Snapped Sam.

She was angry, aggravated and irritated, but most of all she was frustrated.

Frustrated that her brother wouldn't listen, frustrated that her brother was going to spend the remainder of his short life behind a computer screen laughing at stupid jokes that his friend made, frustrated that she would fail again for the umpteenth time.

Sam wanted to say so much but she couldn't, she wanted to yell, she wanted to scream, she wanted to pull her hair out, but she knew he would never listen, and Sam knew that she would have to spend the remainder of her life hating herself that she didn't try hard enough. She just stood there, all these emotions going through her head, taking over her whole body.

"Can you get out now?'' Dave asked, awakening Sam from her slumber of thoughts. ''Ye-yeah, sure thing, baby brother...'' Sam turned away and took a step out of the room, ''Dave,' she added, ''screw you.'' She smiled at him, sticking her tongue out, he smiled back doing the same to her. 'Screw you too big sis.''

And with that Dave continued wasting his last 24 hours of life away by laughing at stupid jokes that his friend made on the computer, while Sam sat in her room listening to music like she always did.

She didn't know why but it felt right, like she did the right thing.