Chapter 5 OR A Melancholy Mask and the Misadventures of a Misguided Marauder
Your passage of time begins to become warped, making days or weeks seem to pass in a matter of seconds. And vice versa.
Time is just a construct anyway, right? Just someone invented to log every single moment of a person's life, and squeeze every dollar out of it.
"Pay no attention to time," you tell yourself, while actively avoiding every single item which houses a clock of some sort, including the Sun. "It is evil, time kills us all."
The task of time avoidance in itself is nearly impossible.
Every digital clock blinks 12:00.
Computers.
TVs.
Phones.
The second hand of your neighbor's clock ticking away throughout the night and day, as loud as an amp turned to eleven.
You are certain he is trying to siege The Kingdom using that as psychological warfare. Knowing it is eating away at your sanity, slowly but surely.
Chinese water torture of the ears.
Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
Slowly chipping away at The Kingdom with a tiny chisel.
No matter how loud you turn up your music or blare your TV, there it is, beating away. As if it is implanted in your eardrum.
You decide the only way to combat this is by silencing everything else, thinking if you could locate the direction of the sound.
But stifling sound makes it so much worse.
Tick.
From all sides, this vermin, this parasite, this poison, comes pouring in.
Tock.
All four walls of your room begin to fall victim to this maddening sound.
Tick.
Even returning sound couldn't make you unhear this burden on your sanity.
Tock.
This warped sense of time has left the world feeling black and white, only extremes plaguing your mind.
Hatred and happiness.
Anger and content.
Sobriety and elevation.
Tick.
Everything seemed to be closer than before.
Tock.
You can nearly feel your eyeballs touching the screen of your television now.
Tick.
You snag your elbow on the sink every time you enter the bathroom now.
Tock.
It was almost as if time was shrinking the world around you to bring about your assured madness and frustration.
Doubt and fear.
Time, stroking your claustrophobia as though it were some James Bond villain with its fur ball.
You are encapsulated by something you cannot touch and cannot defend against.
You begin to feel that the absolute fall of The Kingdom is nearing...
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Genesis
General FictionThe novel is a psychological thriller with elements of mystery and existential exploration. It revolves around the protagonist, James, as he grapples with mental health issues, trauma, and manipulation by various characters in his life. The narrativ...
