Zero Out || M.C.

One

For as long as I could remember I've always hated this timer. As a little kid I would draw up ideas of how to take it out. I constantly tried to scratch at it hoping it would fade like a temporary tattoo. Nothing worked. The only thing that came from it was years of therapy so my mother could try and figure out why her 'perfect' daughter hated everything so much.

*flahback*

"Momma I'm tired I want to go to bed!" I whined trying to keep my heavy eyes open. It was the day before my tenth birthday and my mother insisted on keeping me up till midnight so she could watch my timer activate. She cared about it way more than I ever would.

My mother reached up and started stroking my hair with one hand as she held my right wrist in her other. "Two more minutes Romie. Two more minutes till we find out when you're going to meet your one true love!" she whispered not taking her eyes off of my wrist. I grunted at her excitement just to remind her how much I hate this.

"Ten seconds" she sang, then began counting down till she hit zero. Right on time my timer activated and a loud beeping sounded through the house. I looked at my mother with a confused look.

"I'M GONNA BLOW UP!" I yelled as I jumped off of the couch and sprinted circles around the room. I knew how mad this would make my mother and well, that's what I lived for.

I was in the midst of running when my mother grabbed my wrists and yanked me down next to her on the couch again. "Romie shut up and calm down so I can read your number." She scoffed at me.

I lifted my right hand up to her so she could read the numbers now projected on my wrist. "3,285 days. 14 hours. 7 minutes. 44 seconds." She said as she tightened her grip on my arm. "That's about 9 years. " She said out loud although I think she was talking more to herself than to me.

I tugged my arm from her grasp and stood up from the couch and began running up the stairs to my bedroom. "I'm going to be now! Goodnight mother!" I yelled from my room before I slammed the door.

I flopped down onto my bed and lifted my arm above me so I could stare at the timer. "9 years. " I whispered to myself. "9 long years".

I would never admit it to my mother but I was a little disappointed at how long I had to wait. Although I didn't care about the timer and found the idea of it to be controlling and stupid, I was sort of excited to find out how long i would have to wait and seeing a number this high just made me hate it even more than I already did, my excitement quickly draining from my body.

*end flashback*

Basically this chapter is short and only here to let you know what the timer started at and yaaa.... So I'll most likely update everyday or twice a day and if I can't update I shall let you all know. I'll probably update again later tonight. But for now I bid you farewell.