Crystal Bloom

21.

21.

[Crystal POV]
**THIS EPISODE MAY BE TRIGGERING TO OTHERS WHO ARE SENSITIVE TO HARM ON OTHERS. TW: MENTIONS OF SUICIDE, ABUSE, LONLINESS, HEART ACHE, AND DESCRIPTIONS OF TERROR OR FEAR.**

I have been thinking a lot lately.

Jordan and Daisy went to school, they won't come back until the weekend each time. Their parents wont let them come on school nights because they know they’ll just fall asleep here.

“Daisy saw a cute girl and was talking about her all day stg” 

My heart ached.

Why did it ache? Not even I knew.

(tick tick tick)

Jordan had said that in the group chat.

The hospital room was dark. I told them to not turn the lights on.

I’m a lot like those people who are hiding behind a different person because they’re so shy, and don’t like speaking.

I looked at the tv that had been right in front of me, my eyes glossed over.

I liked crying.

(tick tick)

It felt so nice. But yet it hurt so bad.

I was hiccuping my tears, smiling at the tv.

Why does it hurt so bad?

My hand grabbed onto where my heart was.

I don’t think this is a part of what my dad did.

I closed my eyes shut and tears fell down my cheeks.

Why? Why does it have to hurt?

(tick TICK tick)

Today was Friday. She’s coming today.

I gasped out a breath.

I ran my hand through my hair then wiped away my tears.

“I’ll try to sleep.” I said quietly. 

It is 1 am now. I knew since the clock on the wall was ticking, (tick tick tick.) after it had rung 12 in the waiting room. (tick tick tick)

It won't stop ticking.

One way to make it stop. To sleep. (tick tick)

So I slept.

But yet the ticking repeated in my brain non-stop.

Then I was dreaming, or yet, having a nightmare.

In my dream I stood in front of an extra large clock.

It ticked.

Loudly. Too loud.

(TICK TICK TIcK KkkKKKKKCCCccciiiiIIIIIT)

“STOP TICKING”

I screamed, falling to the ground, crouching.

It did.

Instead it rang.

My ears started ringing.

It was like the dinner bell.

But it wasn’t welcoming.

Spaghetti sauce splattered on me. It seemed to be sauce anyway. The pot which held the sauce scattered on the floor, clanging next to me.

Ringing and clanging wasn’t a good mix.

“STOP”

I screamed, tears flowing from my eyes.