Day of Mortem

I stared at the number on the screen. I glanced down at my wrist, where a tatoo of the same numbers looked up at me. 02022020 flashed across the screen once more. The announcer read out the number. Tears pricked y eyes and blurred my vision. I had never thought my first meeting with Death would be so soon. A spotlight shone on me. I was pulled onstage by a security guard. A camera projected my tatoo onto a screen, the numbers matched. Every person here has had a tatoo with numbers tatooed on their wrists at birth. Today was the Day of Mortem and I am going to be the sacrifice.

[Mortem is Death in Latin]