Tick Tock

A/N this is my first story so it might not be very good just warning you. Also this is a very short story so it will probably be only 1 chapter. Hope you enjoy it!

Tick tock,
Tobias Evans staggered down the deserted Street. It was getting late. He'd been out for a drink and as he rounded the corner it dawned on him that he was lost. Suddenly a rigour of pain shot through him and he gasped. Clutching a lampost for support he lowered himself onto the wet ground.

As suddenly as it had came the throbbing sensation in his chest ceased. He breathed a sigh of relief,the moment had passed. He wondered if it was just the alcohol getting to him but it seemed unlikely. A shiver went up his spine. He had an eerie feeling that someone or something was watching him. He looked around-there was no one there. He was alone. All alone.

Tick tock
He looked up. The town hall was across the road from him;the clock read 11:53. For some reason the fact that it was so close to midnight bothered him but he shrugged it off. Realising he should be getting home.he was about to pull himself to his feet when...

Tick tock
He felt like the noise was getting louder and each time it did he would once again get a painful feeling in his chest.

Tick Tock
And then he heard it. Each time the clock ticked his heart pounded with it, in time to it.

Suddenly he remembered with a flash. He was three years old, safely wrapped in his mother's arms as she whispered to him words that had no meaning, until now. "When it strikes twelve on your twentieth birthday it will all be over and your heart will stop ticking forever. When it strikes twelve..." And then she placed him on the doorstep of the orpahage leaving his life forever.
Tobias had always tried to remember his mother or anything before his life at that disgusting orphanage but he had never succeeded before. Now as his mother's last words rang in his head he felt his body grow weak as the soul-tearing truth hit him.

"No" he whispered hoarsely"No please". After years of trying to find out about his past he had finally realised something. His mother had said your heart will stop ticking which could mean only one thing. And he knew it wasn't just simply a wrong choice of words it was purposeful. His heart was a clock.

That was why the ticking seemd to be getting louder, why it seemed as it followed him everywhere. It was because it was in him. In fact it was the very thing that let him exist. He thought of all his memories, the good ones, and the bad. It all came down to today the thirteenth of October:his birthday. At midnight today it would also be his death day.
His whole life, his whole life had been a timer counting down to this moment. He was filled hopelessness. He knew there was nothing he could do about it. Nothing. It was fate. Pure, absolute fate.
TICK TOCK

And the clock struck twelve.

A/N That's it(I told u it would be short) I hope you liked it!