When the clock chimes

Chapter 1

I stared out the window, looking at the passing cars and tall buildings towering over my quant, little house, clutching an old stopwatch in my hands
Ever since I was little I could hear him, the voice. He always seemed panicked, and terrified, it was rare when he was happy. He'd say something like "Help me! Help me, Please!" Or "They're coming! Help me!"
Or he'd just scream.
I went to therapy because of him.

Though this time it was different.

"I will find you, Gero." He stated earlier today, it wouldn't have bothered me, but it was the way he said it.
It was like when your at your edge, your frustrated and depressed, and you just want it all to just be over, but you still have to follow the death path this twisted God put you on.