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Time Kills

Horror

Madeline Kinlaw is an average 17-year-old teenager...right? Madeline has suffered from depression and anxiety for the past three years. Everyone around her is slowly drifting away. Madeline awakes one morning, thinking it's the end of he...

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September 4th

16 2 0

by LivvxMariee

by LivvxMariee

The next day wasn't any different, the same routine of going to hell and back again. It seems as if my whole life is hell.

After school I had an appointment with my psychiatrist. I didn't want to spend any time with my mom in the car, so I walked for about half an hour to my appointment.

I pushed open the door and the bell above me on the door rang, it always smelt like disinfectant here and you always felt closed in as if you were in a jail cell.

I greeted the lady at the front desk, she knew me very well so I didn't need to tell her my name, only the time my appointment was at.

I sat down on a plastic chair and pulled out my phone: 4:46 .

I always arrive early to my appointments.

I checked if I had any messages:

Birth Giver: 4:43 pm

Hey sweetie, I'm really busy right now with your little brother, could you please grab some bread and milk from the corner store? I put some money into your purse, please don't spend it on anything else. Love you.

I let out a loud sigh, the lady at the front desk looked at me funny, so I smiled back at her and rolled my eyes when she looked away.

I'm really sick and tired of always doing things for my mom when she doesn't appreciate anything I do for her.

I didn't really have a choice, if I didn't reply she would definitely get worried:

4:51 pm

Yeah anything for you mom, see you later.

I slid my phone back into my pocket and pulled my legs close to me on the uncomfortable plastic chair.

I closed my eyes and felt myself slowly fall into a deep sleep.

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"Time's ticking" he whispered into my ear, pointing up to the large clock on the concrete wall.

I slowly looked up and saw blood dripping down from the clock, I gasped under my breath, I didn't want this maniac to hear my reaction.

I closed my eyes tight and prayed for this to be all over, I heard the ticking from the clock and it became louder and louder.

TICK

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I suddenly looked up and I was back in the front room of my psychiatrist's building.