Tick Tock

I lay in bed trying my hardest to drift off but sleep never comes.

All I hear is the incesant ticking of the clock that is places over the door of the kitchen. 'That's it!' I murmur angrily, 'I can't take it anymore!'   

I stumble down the stairs, into the kitchen and grab a chair. I haul my self onto the chair and look at the clock which is now at my shoulders. It reads 12:30.

The ticking seems distant and I become anxious.

I yank the batteries out and they fall to the floor. My heart pounds as the ticking continues.

I slowly back down off the chair and into a corner, helpless.

The fear sits at the pit of my stomach and a shiver runs town my spine.

I slide down the wall without realising what I'm doing. I see that I am falling to the ground but don't know what part of me told my knees to buckle.

I bend my legs and hug them to my chest.

The ticking gets louder in my mind. No- it's coming closer.

What do you think? Should I continue this or not? Blehh I can't make decisions, help!