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Part 6 - Leaky Tap

"No, I'm still ill", I hang up the call and drop my phone to the floor. That was my boss, asking if I'd come in today. But I have something much more important to do, you see there's a leak in a pipe behind my wall. I'm sure of it. I can even copy the dripping with my mouth, I have the tempo down to a T. I have spent the last few days trying to figure out where the leak is after waking up to the damned noise in the middle of the night. The plumber that came by said there was nothing wrong at all. He said there wasn't even a dripping sound. But I can still hear it! He didn't even bother to actually make a hole in the wall to check.

Drip. Drip, drip! Drip! Drip.

It might seem incoherent in its rhythm, but I've figured it out. I can copy it perfectly you see; the loop is exactly 4 minutes and 58 seconds long. A normal leak wouldn't need a loop you might say, it should be a constant sound or a completely random order. But you see this leak is special. It keeps moving, taunting me and making my life permeated with torment. I even tried leaving the house but it follows me around, every pipe, every tube, it stays just far enough where I can't catch it!

Bee-beep!

I spring up and yank the battery from its charging station, slamming it into the drill as hard as I can. Staring at the ripped floral pattern wallpaper, what is left of it, and firmly planting my feet in the dust and crumbs of drywall on my carpeted floor, I stand like a cowboy in an old western movie, legs wide and ready to draw. I am waiting for the dripping to reveal itself. Of course, I can still hear it but every now and then it stops moving and that's when I need to strike!

My cat hisses at me from the doorway. I haven't fed her yet and she is starting to look skinny. When did I feed her last? That's not important! The leaky pipe is important. I need to catch it and stop it so I can have my life back, then I can feed the cat till she gets all chubby and we'll live happily ever after. The constant dripping sound in my ear needs to stop first though. The dripping changes ever so slightly and that's my cue! I jam the drill into the wall where the dripping is the loudest and push as hard as I can, drywall sputtering all around me, covering my naked body.

I missed? I can still hear it. The dripping is still there, within the wall. Drip, drip-drip DRIP! I mimic the sounds and move along the wall, drip-drip DRIP, putting my ear up against the dozens, if not hundreds of holes I have made. There's no guarantee the wall will support itself for much longer and then, if it falls, I'll be able to catch the dripping sound for sure!

I push the drill against another spot and bore through the wall. Another miss, the sound is too fast it can jump between the pipes, not needing a direct connection. Anyway, I looked it up, the speed of sound. It's 343 meters per second. There's no way I could move that fast, my only chance is to be one step ahead. The only thing faster is light or perhaps no sound at all, silence. Then it hits me, silence. What if... what if there is a way to beat it. I could have my life back, my sleep, my cat, my calm and relaxing safety.

With no hesitation, I put the drill to my ear and push.

Written by: Joceyposer
Edited by: Dracthonia

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