A girl sits by herself, in the night. She looks out at the stars with a frown. She wears a jumper that shields her from the wind and denim jeans.

(Voice-over narrator)

I'm supposed to die tomorrow.

It can't be stopped- it's impossible.
At birth they take your blood test, then slap black ink across your arm like your a product in society that has a used by date.

But that's exactly what it is.

She moves to go inside the house,
She looks in the mirror at her reflection and sighs.

My name is Mae, I'm 17.

Her eyes move down her body to black ink on her arm, the camera follows, showing in bold letters, a date. Mae runs her thumb over it.

The date on my arm, the 4th Of May, is when I'm destined to die.

It's pretty haunting having your parents name you after the month you expire.

Mae walks out to find father doing paperwork at the table, he's concentrating. Mae looks sad and hurt.

It nearly seems as tho my father is too heartbroken by my mother and I dying young, to even make the last day of my life count.

Her father glances up at Mae, and has a warm smile appear on his face.

"Mae." He says.

Mae walks towards him.

"It will be okay, everything will be fine." He speaks, looking at her softy, with sadness in his voice.

How can dying tomorrow be okay?

"Would you like a tea?"

"No thanks." Mae replies.

Her father presses his lips together and opens his arms. Mae immediately responds by stepping into the hug.

Black out
~Voice over~

I was going to die tomorrow.

Mae's eyes fly open in the brightness of the day.

I'm going to die today.