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Started July 25, 2019 by @amber_is_in_a_loop

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Georgia woke that morning.
It was a reasonably cold morning, so her first move was to wrap herself tighter in her duvet. She then looked over at the electric clock, first registering the time. 8 am. Then the date– without taking note of the strange feeling accompanying this specific day. 26th of July 2019.

Natalia wasn't expecting to wake up that morning, but when her eyes began to flutter open to the sun shining down on her body and night-clothes, the first thing coming to her mind being;

"Why the hell am I still alive?"

She rolled over, being slightly cautious as to not hurt anything, and grabbed her phone, beginning to text Georgia.

It was only as Georgia got downstairs and looked out the window that it hit her: she was alive.
She almost collapsed, grabbing onto the counter for support. Why was she alive? The night before she supposed she'd die in her sleep and yet… here she was. What was happening?

«Hey. Um, weren’t we supposed to die last night?»

She sent the message, not really wanting to get out of bed until she knew the full extent of the situation. Was she bleeding internally? Was there a knife in her bed she was supposed to roll over on and she hadn’t yet?

She rolled her eyes. “Screw it. I’m getting up” she muttered to herself, pushing herself up off the bed before sitting back down, the lightheadedness making everything black. Now she realized she was hyperventilating.

Great.

The buzz of her phone drew a muffled shriek out of Georgia, and with fumbling hands she reached for it.
It was from Natalia, her death twin.
We were, weren't we? Do you know what's happening?
An impossible relief at not being alone in this washed over her, and she allowed herself a breath.

«I have no clue. I’ll be over in ten»

After finishing her text she pulled on a green, ribbed tank-top and some high-waisted black jeans shorts, pulling her hair up into a bun and rushing out after slipping on some shoes. The only thing she grabbed was her keys, wallet and phone.

She was there in no time, knocking on Georgia’s door at precisely 10 minutes after she’d texted.

Still wide-eyed and bed-haired, Georgia rushed to get the door. "Nat!" she gasped, pulling her friend into a scared hug.

She hugged her friend tightly, biting her lip in nervousness. Once she pulled away she took a deep exhale. “Do you think it was something with the system? Maybe our numbers aren’t logged anymore?” She said, going straight to the problem that they were both facing

Paling significantly, Georgia backed up enough to let Natalia in. "Oh god," she breathed hoarsely. "Do you think we were taken out of the system?"

“I don’t know, but if we are that means that we’d have to move if we wanna live. We’d have to skip town, never see anyone again unless it’s quick and we trust them not to tell” she replied, immediately sitting on the sofa due to her still hyperventilating

Breathing in her own stable breaths, Georgia went to sit by Natalia, putting a comforting hand on her shoudler. "I really don't want to do that."
She paused. "I guess that means we don't call police."

"I guess not." she muttered, finally getting her breathing under control. "What the hell do we do?" she said, thinking out loud but open for answers too.

Georgia kept silent, shook her head. "It's not like we can look up an answer. Or appeal to some online forum. Has this ever even happened before?" she asked quietly.

"I haven't a clue. This hasn't happened often if it has before. I've heard about this phenomenon but I always was told it was a myth." she muttered, watching her hands as she tried to think of a solution or something to explain their situation.

"I… we have to stay hidden, or leave, or something. Dylan will be coming by for my dead body. What if he comes and finds us alive?"
(brother)

"Well, he didn't know my death date, so I could just say that I already came for you?" she asked, hoping that'd work.

Georgia nodded slowly, silently. "You're sure he doesn't know about yours? And what if he asks to see me? Will I have to play dead? "

"I can say they already came to take your body. That I couldn't stand to see it" she replied, getting up and beginning to pace. "I can make it look like I was crying." she explained, pushing her hair out of her face once more.

"Okay," Georgia breathed, watching her friend pace. "If that works for you…"
She stood, and without warning pulled Natalia into a tight, grateful hug.

"Of course it works for me" she laughed weakly, hugging her back gently, squeezing her as she tried to calm herself down. She was trying not to freak out, but it was hard.

"Okay."
And as if right on cue, footsteps sounded outside. Georgia backed away from Natalia, gaze shooting to the drawn curtains by the window. She silently gave Natalia a terrified stare, and took off upstairs.

Natalia began crying after wetting her eyes, mascara running down her cheeks and darkening her under eyes. She sat on the couch, messing with her hair and beginning to bawl, trying to imagine if Georgia was actually gone.

Dylan was at the steps when the crying started. He froze– who was already here?

She wiped tears away, her breath shaky. She was so damn scared. She covered her death date tattoo with her watch, fidgeting as she stood up, kneeling down next to the couch.