We were now running late and mum was beginning to panic. You could see the stress in her eyes, her movements choppy and breaths getting deeper as the clock ticked on.
Tick tock, tick tock.
Seconds passed, followed by minutes, each moment of time the clock getting obnoxiously louder.
The one minute turned to five, five to ten and ten to thirty. All the while my mum and i dancing along to the tune of the clock. Tick - pick up coat, tock - put coat on. This went on and on until there was no time left.
The clock was suddenly accompanied by the loud bass of pounding on the door. Minutes? No, seconds. It will take mere seconds to break the door.
Tick tock, BANG! Tick tock, BANG!
The wood began to crack. My palms became sweaty as i rattled through the cutlery draw, an orchestra of sound surrounding us.
One knife was grabbed; one door was knocked down; one scream was heard; one second had past.
Boots, heavy boots against a hard floor bounded through the house. Mum looked at me, tears brimming her eyes before pushing me under the table. Knife clutched tightly in my hand.
"I love you." I whispered and gained a kiss in reply. She stood up from the table while i was left to cry.
A bang was heard; a scream was released. A swish sounded; a cry was its reply. On and on as the clock went on. Tick, tock, tick, tock.
After minutes, he was gone. I came from under the table. There i saw my mother, laying on the floor again. Heart clenched in utter heartbreak I kneeled down and took her hand, before ringing the only number i knew.
The familiar ring came through. Soft voices for seconds to minutes, accompanied by sirens not too far away.
As she bled; tears were shed; my mother was dead. All in a matter of seconds.
