Day 50
Today I realized something.
The only sound I ever hear is the clock on the wall. Except when I'm writing, of course. Then I get to hear my pen against the paper.
But normally it's just the clock.
I'm excited because they say I'm getting a little easier to work with. Whatever that means, but I asked and they said it was good. It's about time I got some good news.
Day 100
They reported bad news to me today.
They said I'm getting worse. I didn't need to ask this time. I know what it means, and it means they are planning to take me to The Room.
The clock is still there.
Day 150
The clock is mocking me.
I tried asking it why it looks at me and ticks, but it just responded with more ticks. Why does it just sit there, on the wall, and tick? What right does it have to be here? And why won't it answer me?
Tick tock tick tock endless ticking and endless tocking.
Day 200
Today I've decided to end the ticking. It was fun for a while, but I think it's time to take a break, ya know?
Everyone needs a little time to their selves, and the clock doesn't seem to know that. I've given it many lectures and many time outs, but it just sits there and ticks. And it's my 200th day so I thought it would be a good "anniversary" celebration.
Day 200 update
Jane has commit suicide.
