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Dying in Three, Two, One

Ostracized by her family as a bringer of bad luck, the protagonist of Dying in Three, Two, One possesses the terrifying ability to see when her relatives will die. After her predictions regarding her parents and grandfather come true, her brothers blame her for the tragedies while doting on their younger sister. On her eighteenth birthday, she discovers her own countdown in the mirror. She prepares for the inevitable alone, but her siblings fail to arrive for one final meal.
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Chapter 3

I watched Phoebe and Eugene left. The earlier joy I'd felt when Eugene had stopped to speak to me immediately disappeared. I felt like a bucket of ice-cold water had been poured over me.

Was that what he thought of me? That I was an evil murderer?

My heart hurt, as did my stomach. I headed to the kitchen to get something to eat, but there wasn't any food in sight. All that was left was half a slice of bread.

I started eating it with a few cashew nuts, but they did nothing to fill my stomach. A maid passed by and rolled her eyes when she saw me. Maybe she thought I didn't see her.

When she saw the bread, she feigned surprise and said, "Oh, my! Don't tell me you ate that, Ms. Holly. I was supposed to throw it. Ms. Phoebe and your brothers woke up early, so we prepared breakfast according to their schedule. I can make you something now if you want."

I frowned at the annoyed look on her face. Then, I turned down her insincere suggestion and endured the sharp pain in my stomach. I returned to the attic. There was no room for me in this family, and even the maids treated me like I was a piece of trash.

The pain in my stomach was making me lose control of my emotions. My hands trembled as I swallowed some painkillers with water. After a while, the discomfort faded somewhat.

I changed my clothes and put on some light makeup, wanting to look a bit more spirited. My first stop was a funeral supply store. Since I only had one day left, I couldn't get a custom-made urn, so I picked my favorite pattern from the ones available. This urn would be my home in the future.

I left the store with the urn in my arms. I could sense the odd or surprised looks that landed on me, but I ignored them. I headed to my next destination.

I passed by Carl's school on my way. Class happened to let out then, and I heard the students' laughter. I watched them a little enviously—they were so youthful and spirited. Unlike them, I hadn't stepped foot in a school since I was ten.

I was about to leave when I saw Carl get out of the car to head inside. Since it was my last day in this world, I mustered the courage to jog to him.

But as I approached, I saw him frowning while speaking to someone on the phone. When he saw me, a hint of wariness flickered in his eyes. He said, "Got it."

Then, he hung up and stalked toward me. I wanted to ask him to have dinner with me that night, but the look in his eyes made me hold myself back.

He snarled, "Keep your dirty thoughts to yourself if you want to remain a member of the Jensen family, Holly. I'll show you what hell on earth is like if you dare do anything to Pheebs."