"Eleanor?"

"Good morrow to you, weird stranger."

"Look, Eleanor. I need you to do something for me."

"Oh, thank goodness. I'm so glad we're on the same page. I totally agree. This is weird. This is strange and I'm sorry if I led you on or anything by calling to check if you were okay but...yeah, I agree. I'll stop calling you and you'll stop calling me. I can do that for you."

"That...that wasn't actually what I was going to say."

"Oh...well...um...what were you going to ask me to do, then? I have to warn you that I probably won't do it."

"You won't?"

"Highly unlikely. It obviously depends on the task but, seeing as I barely know you, I highly doubt I can complete your request."

"You do know me." 

"Yeah...well, unless you're willing to tell me who you are then I have no reason to trust you or do as you say."

"I...I guess you have a point."

"So, are you going to tell me who you are?"

"No...I...I can't. If...if I did then it would only bring trouble to both of us, trust me."

"What? It's not as if the world's going to end if you tell me who you are."

"Look...I...I just can't tell you, okay? It would put you in more danger than you already are."

"I'm not in danger."

"Says the girl who is destined to die below the age of twenty."

"That was uncalled for."

"Look, just...go with me on this one. Your death...it's not as awful as it could be."

"What do you mean?"

"There are worse ways for you to die."

"Like?"

"Being tortured to the point of wanting to kill yourself."

"Well, at least I can cross that off my list of possible ways to die. Thanks for the heads up."

"Please take this seriously."

"I am."

"You're clearly not."

"Well, what the hell do you want me to do, then? Take it seriously? If I stopped for a moment to take this seriously, I don't think I would be able to get out of bed every morning. I would forget to live. If I took this seriously then I wouldn't even really be living anymore. I would just be waiting for death. So excuse me for not taking this seriously, asshat, but I would prefer to live my life as well as I can instead of breaking down about how soon it's going to end."

"..."

"What did you want me to do, again?"

"Huh?"

"Tell me what you want me to do. And if I do it, you have to promise to leave me the hell alone. Because I don't need a constant reminder that my life is going to be cut short."

"Deal. I'll do it."

"What do you want me to do, then?"

"Stay away from Brendan."

"What?"

"Stay away from Brendan. I...I had a vision about him. He's not who he says he is. He...he's way more dangerous than you think he is. I...he could do horrible things to you. The kind of things that nightmares are made of."

"I don't see why you're concerned. I'm going to die anyway, what's a little bit of getting hurt along the way?"

"Seeing you die is precisely the prompt I need to warn you away from Brendan."

"Why?"

"Because the fact you die in my vision means that he didn't kill you. Which means I know that you're going to do exactly what I tell you to do."

"Kill me?"

"Yes. Brendan is most likely going to kill you."

"Dude, I know he's been a real ass, but I somehow doubt that he's going to kill me."

"I already told you, he's not who he says he is."

"Well, who the hell is he then? Freaking Satan?"

"I can't tell you that."

"Then how the hell do you expect me to trust you?"

"I'm not asking you to trust me. I'm asking you to put your safety as your first priority."

"You know, this whole conversation is actually kind of pointless. I was going to avoid him anyway...he makes me feel uncomfortable."

"Oh, well...good then."

"You promise not to call me back again?"

"...I...I promise."

"Why did you hesitate?"

"Because I like talking to you."

"I like talking to you too, weirdo. For some absurd reason."

"Then why won't you let me talk to you anymore?"

"I already told you. I don't want a reminder of my death. And, besides, if you know me, you can just talk to me in school or something, right?"

"...right."

"Well, I guess this is goodbye, then."

"...goodbye, Eleanor."

"Goodbye weirdo."