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Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
Ti--
"Mr.Black?" Doctor Winston interrupts. "You've been staring at that clock for three hours and you haven't eaten anything," he states the obvious.
"I am aware."
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
To--
"Aren't you hungry?" he inquires.
"No."
"Thirsty? Do you want juice, water?"
"No."
"Okaaay," Doctor Winston drags out. "Well, it's my lunchtime so I'll be out for about an hour. Press the button if you need anything and Nurse Quinn will be with you," he states.
Tick.
"I'll be going now."
Tock.
"Umm," he waves his hand in front of my eyes.
Tick.
"Later."
Tock.
He quietly closes the door behind him after hanging his coat on the back of an empty chair in the room.
Tick.
Tock.
11:59am.
Tick.
Tock.
The only sounds heard is the ticking of the clock, birds chirping and the rushing wind of the air conditioner.
12:00pm
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Typing furiously away on Doctor Winston's dinosaur of a laptop I nervously wipe the perspiration off my forehead with the bake of my hand.
Tick.
Tock.
12:17pm.
Quickly standing up, I reach beneath the sheets of my hospital bed for my creation over the past three hours.
A mob of grey-looking-hair on a wig.
I remember asking Nurse Quinn for needle and thread twenty-two hours ago and asking her to teach me how to sew a wig for my friend's school play.
So gullible.
Fixing the wig over my short, wavy, jet black hair, I glance at the bar shown on the laptop screen.
75%
I glance back to the mirror as I fix Doctor Winston"s white coat over my shoulders.
84%
Positioning the grey strands in a believable bed head style: I smile at my disguise.
98%
It's perfect.
100%
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Emitting heavy breaths, I force my feet to move forward, pushing myself past my limit. I glance down at Doctor Winston's phone that I factory resetted and look at the time.
12:23pm.
Only Four minutes.
I smile to myself as I go over my plan.
Step One: Create a disguise of Doctor Winston if I get caught running away.
Step Two: Set the cameras on loop for six minutes.
Step Three: Steal Winston's phone, factory reset it. Boom, a new phone.
It's simple really.
12:25pm.
Two more minutes.
Almost there.
"Mr.Winston!" a voice calls out to me.
Oh, crap.
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"You"re looking extra good today," she smiles: batting her eyes. "Is it a new shirt?"
Sure.
Let's go with that.
"It is!" I smile widely. "You're the first one to notice.You like?"
"I love."
She continues to bat her eyelids as if there is something stuck in them. Trailing her index and middle finger up my chest in a walking motion, she teasingly licks her lips.
Pathetic.
Hiding my disgusted expression, I force a smile.
"I'm in the mood for my favourite drink," I state.
"I'll get it for you," she chirps.
Predictable.
"You don't have to," I reply.
"I insist," she says strolling off.
Too easy.
I glance down at my phone.
30 seconds.
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Hello Humans,
I'm just gonna make it short and blunt:
DON'T COPY ANYTHING I WRITE
NOT MY IDEAS, NOT MY STORY.
NOTHING.
Please and Thanks.
Yours Sincerely,
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