Prologue

"Give me ten days." He whispered, fighting my reluctance to look into his eyes.

"Ten days?" I asked, crossing my arms. Did this guy think that this was a joke? Or a game?

"Ten days and I'll give you ten reasons to why you should want to stay alive." He answered, biting his lip.

"I don't even know you-"

"Deal?" He asked sternly, cutting me off.

"Do you even know my name?-"

"Deal?" He repeated.

I shifted and searched my brain for any reason- any- to why I should refuse. But really, what was there to lose?

"Deal." I whispered.