Tik. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Ti-
"UGH!" I groaned, furiously. "TURN THAT STUPID FUCKING CLOCK OFF!"
It's annoying. It's annoying. It's annoying. It's annoying. It's annoying. Turn it off.
"You seem to be having a lovely time," the familiar voice said beneath his smiley-faced mask. "Aren't you?"
"I will kill you," I muttered back once he walked into the room with a dagger in his hand. His mask was covering his face, but his expression was completely clear, amusement.
"Is that so?" he asked and lifted the very point of his dagger to his own neck. "Maybe like this?" He held it down to his chest where his heart was beating very lively, then listed next, "Or maybe you'll stab me in my very heart."
I looked at the dots for eyes on his mask and gritted my teeth, more angry than ever before. Stab you. No. Slit your throat. Not enough. Beat you with my hands. Not enough. I'll cut you with a dagger over and over everywhere. Then leave you in a room and-
"Well, no matter what, your not getting out of this room till I get the answer I'm looking for." He walked up to me and kneeled down to my level, holding the dagger to my forehead. He said, "So, what'll you do this time?"
I looked at him, then glanced at the dagger.
"Take away the clock," I muttered quietly, but demandingly. He tilted his head and turned to the clock hanging on the wall. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. "Take it away."
"Why should I?" he asked before he turned back to me and continued, "You seem to love it."
"Take it away," I repeated, my voice grew a little louder. "Take it away. Take it away. Take it away. Take it away right now." I repeated and repeated, my voice growing louder and louder as the clock ticked. "Or I'll kill you."
"If I take away the clock, will you finally answer my ever-long question?" he asked.
I looked at the clock. The hand. The numbers. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tock.
"Yes. Yes, yes, yes, I will," I responded, desperate and frustrated. "Now take the godsdamned clock away from me."
"I will, after you answer my question," he said. "Who are you?"
Who are you? Who are you? Who are you? Tick. Tick. Tick. Who am I?
"I'm Olixia." I looked at him and at the clock. "Now take it away."
He gave me what I believe was a long cold stare and stood straight. Then walked to the clock and faced me once again. I stared back at him and waited for him to turn it off or take it away.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
"Have a lovely day," he said with his smiley-faced mask. "Goodbye!"
"No. Wait. Take it off! Turn it off!" I watched him exit the door and leave. "DREAM!"
My breath hitched as he left and my vision became blurry. No. No. No. no. Where is he going? We made a deal. A deal. He can't leave. He needs to turn it off. To take it off. He can't fucking leave me here.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
I'll kill him. I'll kill him. I'll kill him. I'll kill him. I'll kill him. I'll kill him. I'll kill him. I'll kill him. I'll kill him.
