Not Ready To Die
One fine, beautiful morning, just as the Sun was rising, Steven hopped out of bed, and went directly to the place he always goes. The Sunset Beach. Everything was great, but then, his day, no, his life took a very unexpected turn.
Steven is a twenty-five year old man. He had lived with his parents for the majority of his life, but had just moved out within the past year. He has dark brown eyes, and dusty blonde hair. He is about five-six, which is a little short for his age, but it doesn’t bother him all that much. In his spare time, he likes to participate in many city activities, or turn to one of his hobbies. One hobby that he particularly enjoys is collecting rocks.
Every morning when he goes to Sunset Beach, he brings back about a dozen rock friends, just like he did this morning. As Steven was walking, he found a beautiful, shiny, bright green Petoskey Stone. He did not have one in his collection, so he decided to take it home with him. Little did he know that in a few hours , this rock would change his life forever.
Legend says, that whoever holds the “magical” Petoskey Stone takes a very unexpected trip everyday at noon. This trip starts their life everyday, and then one day ends it in a heartbeat. This rock fast-forwards through the life of the person that has possession of it, and continues to until one day it thinks they have lived long enough, and they die. The scary part is, they never know which day they will be gone forever.
Eventually, Steven arrived back at home with his cursed Petoskey Stone, and about five other rocks to add to his collection. Steven suspected that everything was normal, so he sat down on his couch, and turned on the television.
All of the sudden, out of nowhere, the rock started glowing. Then, it was levitating, and then… it was talking.
“Hello Steven. I am glad we finally get to talk. I have been waiting for this day for a while now. If you have not already figured it out, I am a rock full of evil. Don’t try to get rid of me, because you can’t. We will never be separated until… well, the day you die!” The Petoskey Stone exclaimed while softly chuckling to himself.
Steven couldn’t think of anything to say. He sat there for a while in awe, and then finally decided to speak.
Steven asked, “How do you know who I am? Why did you choose me to experience this?”
“I didn’t. Lesa did.”
“But why? She is my sister!”
“I know. I drove her to death. Before she died, she had to choose someone else to experience this, and your name just popped out.”
Steven sat there in complete, and udderly shock. Steven thought, “Why would she do this to me? I thought I was a good brother.”
Noon was approaching, and the stone was getting excited, but Steven didn’t know what was going to happen. Steven felt a little bit queasy, so he laid back down on the couch, and tried to get some rest.
A few minutes later, Steven was lifted up off of the couch, and started spinning around in the air. Steven blacked out. He was scared, and had no idea what was going on.
Steven eventually woke up, and started to focus again. He didn’t really remember what had happened.
He got up off the ground, although he had no idea how he got there in the first place, and stretched out, thinking that it would make him feel a little better. After getting up, Steven looked around. He had no idea where he was. Nothing looked familiar. He most definitely wasn’t in his house anymore.
The Petoskey Stone began to speak.
“This is ten years into the future. This is your house, your lovely wife, and your two children.” The stone narrated.
“What are you talking about? Where am I?” Steven asked with a panicked tone.
“I just told you. Ten years into the future. If you have not yet figured it out, this is my job. My job is to fast forward you through your life, and then start it over.”
“Everyday?” Steven asked.
“Everyday.” answered the stone.
Steven felt uneasy again. He just wanted to go home, and forget all of the weird things that happened today, but he couldn’t.
Within seconds of saying this, Steven was blasted off into the next period of his life. This time, Steven forwarded through time twenty more years. This would make him fifty-five years old.
Although Steven was not actually a fifty-five old man in reality, he still felt the aches and pains of one after being blasted through time over, and over again.
The stone, again, narrated the setting, the people, and everything in between.
After a full day of being run back and forth through time, Steven finally approached the day he was afraid of. The day of his death.
Steven was very eager, and yet at the same time, very fearful to see how he would be rid from the world.
He covered his eyes, and tried not to watch, but his curiosity got the better of him, and he began to peek through the little openings in between his fingers. Steven examined his surroundings, and paid attention to every little detail that occurred during his death.
First, Steven awoke in the morning. Everything seemed to be one-hundred percent normal. He quickly grabbed his breakfast, and his jacket, and was off to work. As he was walking down the street, he greeted everyone that he saw with a wide smile, and a nice “good morning!”. He continued to walk, but then he heard a noise. It sounded like screaming, and then a gunshot. He quickly ran over to where he heard the sound.
The sound came from a dark alleyway. As he approached the alleyway, he saw two “shadowy figures”. When he got closer, he realized that these “figures” were two young men. These men were definitely not very pleasing to the eye. Their pants were hanging down so low, that their whole underwear was almost exposed.
Steven looked at them for a minute, and then asked, “What is going on? Is everyone okay? I heard screaming, and came to check on everyone, to make sure things were okay.”
“Everything is fine. Go back to what you were doing. This is none of your business grandpa.” The men responded.
Steven was a little hurt by being called a “grandpa”. He had thought that he looked pretty young for his age considering that he was only sixty-five years old.
He started to turn away, but then there was a loud boom.
Steven found himself on the ground, and breathing heavily. He looked down at his stomach, and noticed that he was bleeding. At that moment, he realized he had been shot, and that the loud boom was another gunshot.
Soon after, Steven woke up, but instead of being in the alley, he was in a white room. The curtains were white, the bed was white, the table was white, and the chairs were white. Everything seemed white.
At that moment, Steven had realized he was dead.
Steven stopped focusing on his death scene, and stood there unable to move. He could not believe that the way he died was through being shot.
“I was very surprised to see that this is the way you died too. I did not see you as someone that would get shot, or die so young.” The stone said without any compunction.
“Take me back to my normal life! Now!” Steven yelled.
“Okay, if that is really what you want, but I think you should know something first.”
“I am unable to take you there. I have to take you back to the day you were born. Your life will never be the same again. The life that you had is now gone forever.” The stone said.
“This is horrible!” Steven exclaimed, “but if that is what you have to do, then do it. It can’t be that bad to go back, and be pampered again.”
“Okay then.” the stone replied.
Just then, Steven was lifted up into the air again, and began to spin around.
When he awoke, he was exactly where the stone said he would be. In the nursery section of the Sunset Hospital.
Baby Steven looked around. He didn’t see the rock, but knew that it had not forgotten about him, and will be back.
Steven was fine with becoming a baby everyday for about a week, but then he just got annoyed.
Being fast forwarded through time every day was exhausting, and was putting a lot of stress on Steven’s body.
One day, Steven woke up, and things just didn’t feel right. He felt as if he was going to die today.
Noon came, and just as always, he was taken through time by the Petoskey Stone, but today, the stone asked him an unusual question.
The stone asked him, “Who would you want to experience this after you?”
“I wish this upon no one!” Steven replied.
“What if you absolutely had to choose though?”
“ If I had to choose… I guess I would say… Billy. He picked on me all throughout middle school, and high school.”
“Good choice.” the stone replied.
Steven thought the question was a little strange, but didn’t really think much of it. He just thought the stone was being his normal, creepy self.
Eventually, after almost a full day of traveling through time, Steven and the stone approached his death.
Steven got an uneasy feeling in his stomach, although he did not know why because he had been through this about a billion times before.
The death scene started like it did everyday, but something felt different.
Steven realized that he wasn’t just watching the event this time, he was living it!
“What is happening!” thought Steven.
Steven was terrified, but then realized why he woke up thinking that he was going to die today. The stone had finally picked the day that his life would end forever. Then, Steven realized why the stone had asked him for the name of the person he would want to experience this. The stone had tricked him, and now he was going to die!
Steven was still terrified because he was unsure if he would feel the pain of the bullet, or not.
Steven thought to himself, “I guess I am kind of lucky. At least I know what to expect. Most people have no idea what will happen, they just die unexpectedly.”
All of the sudden, Steven heard a noise that sounded all too familiar. It was a gunshot. Not the gunshot that kills him, but the first gunshot.
Steven eventually found himself face to face with the young men that will end his life.
He fought the words that he was supposed to say, but they came out anyway. The men responded with their offensive joke, and Steven got scared. He knew that within the next minute, his life would be over.
Steven was forced to turn around by the stone, and he began to walk away.
Then, the second gunshot was fired.
Steven felt the bullet rip through his insides. In through the back, and out the front of his stomach. He felt the pain, and cried out in agony.
He looked down, saw the blood, and that is the last thing he remembered.
Steven was dead. Not fake dead, but really dead. Gone forever. Never to be seen again. Dead.
A few days had passed since Steven’s death. His family had been notified, and had time to grieve. His funeral had been scheduled for the next day.
It was the next day, and Steven’s funeral came around. Steven was put into the casket, and lowered into the ground.
Steven’s life was officially over.
Next, it was Billy’s turn.
Students in St. Clair County, MI