The old woman turned and smiled, examining her deep wrinkles lining the frame of her frail face. When was the moment she changed from her youth? She remembered when her eyesight was crystal clear and she could run for miles without taking a break.
Now she was a replica of the elderly woman who stood in her photos. Her once loved grandmother. When her eyes closed she could feel the pull of death calling to her to rest. But she needed to warn people. To warn people to hide or to realise the truth that they all forgot. But time is always the winner, always trying to be the best at everything. Time to die, time to act, time to face what's outside the box. She realised that time was the one thing that she could not avenge but something everyone had to get on with. However she was unaware of the eyes lurking in her bedroom. Watching her. Watching the time. Watching things the red-blood eye can not reveal.
The woman took the needle she withheld in her stained, saggy, claw like hand shaking with age. As it pierced her skin she felt the presence of the eyes. A flicker in the mirror opposite her. She proceeded with her task replacing the needle with a knife. On her wrist she engraved the sacred symbol of a hand shot by an arrow. Again she looked at her reflection. A smile still stretching her pained face. Time. Time had taken her. The lurking eyes began to close.
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hey this is my first story on wattpad!!! its really short i know but i was just wondering if you could let me know if there is point in continuing this ;) xxx thanks for reading and comments would be apprieciated
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