Maybe I'm not real.
Maybe I'm a machine created and not a human born.
I can hear it, sometimes. If I am really still, and am very quiet, and concentrate really hard, I can hear it in the back of my head. The ticking. It's not my heartbeat. It's the sound of a clock hand moving.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock.
Like an old antique clock, every second.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock.
I can hear it now, in the silence of the morning, in the calm of the night.
I wonder what would happen if that clock stopped ticking.
Would I 'die'? Would I just suddenly stop, never to move again?
Or would I just need someone to wind me up again, enough to last another 17 years before the clock stops ticking again? Will I want someone to do that?
Am I human? Or do I just look like one?
Am I flesh and blood, a heart in my chest protected by bones?
Or am I metal gears and oil, wrapped in skin to even slightly hide the gruesome mistake that is me?
Do I truly have a heart, or is it just a clock, icily ticking away the seconds of my life?
Are the emotions I have real, or is it something that the gears of my mind do to fool me into thinking that I am somewhat normal?
Is this really my life? Should I even call it a life if I'm not alive?
Will I know when the clock will stop? Do I know if the clock will stop?
Will I be sad to know I will die? Will I be happy? Will I be free?
Tick-tock, tick...tock, tick...
Oh. It stopped.
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I know this story is a bit out of my style, but I just wanted to write something real quick since I haven't updated in a while.
This story is about a person who feels different to the point of not being human. After a while, they begin to question their humanity, mortality, and life. They begin to worry about when they'll die, how they'll die, and even if they'll die because they believe they aren't human. They worry so much about it that their time has run out before they even realize it.
Happy holidays,
-FaeHunter
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