As the writer started at the post note on the wall, it started right back at her. Like it had eyes. Like it knew it would change her world.

The more she started at it the more worse she realized it was. Gut wrenchingly bad, deadly bad. She would never stop thinking about this event and maybe it would be the end of her or maybe it would just change her life for the better.

The writer read the words on the tiny paper over and over and over again. Like some how it could change before her eyes at any second.

The note read: Tomorrow will be the day of your death. Choose wisely.