The more I look at the clock, the slower the seconds tick by. Time slows down more and more until it completely stops. I look around at my classmates. Everyone is frozen in their activities. The teacher stands like a statue, her arm outstretched pointing to the board, her mouth half open her words staying fixed inside of her. A boy is in the middle of scratching his ear. A girl, with dark black hair scrunched up in a bun, has her pencil inches from her paper about to write. Another boy with square glasses stares intently at the board.
Nobody moves.
Nobody breathes.
Nobody thinks.
I stand up, the sound of my chair scooting back echoes through the room. Nobody reacts. I walk to the door and exit the classroom. Outside nothing stirs. The light breeze that I noticed earlier disappeared. Nothing rustles through the trees.
Not a bird chirping.
Not a car driving.
Not a cloud drifting.
Not a voice laughing.
Not a soul living.
I step out into the immobile world. A chill runs down my spine. Time has stopped but I am still ticking. Ticking away the nonexistent seconds. I take a deep breathe, and as I exhale my ticking slows. As if it's being drained away. My final breath stops. I have nothing less to exhale. I have nothing less
