Tick Tock [short story]

r[u]n, running, ran

Tuesday, August 20th, XXXX ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀15:11

United States of America

NXX XXXX

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I need to run.

What an insane urge. I have never been a very physically active person. But all of a sudden, running, running far, far away seems like a good idea. If I stay in this room any longer, something terrible is going to happen.

I keep on getting this overwhelming feeling lately. Starting since a few days ago. I'll have random times in the day, where I will suddenly start trembling even though it's not cold, and I'll feel dizzy and there's a roaring in my ears. Everything seems so distant. In a few minutes, it stops.

Sometimes, it's worse. There's this terror and nervousness, like I'm feeling now. My body will start shaking, from both parts fear and restlessness and the need to get away. Away from what, I wonder? I don't know. It's the "fight-or-flight" response that psychology textbooks are always talking about. My body is preparing me for flight.

The room seems cramped. I'm getting out. Flight seems like a good response. Flight seems like a good idea.

Time to see if this bird with clipped wings can fly.