I pick it up. It has this red border around the outside of it that is slowly disappearing. In the center of the pocket watch it has a digital clock. But it’s not counting up the seconds like a normal clock, it’s counting down, and it’s a digital clock. Who has a digital pocket watch? I am so suspicious on what exactly this thing is and why dad never has it with him, he just leaves it in his draw, permanently. And just like any boy would, I started pulling it apart. I really just want to find out what exactly it’s doing, who has a watch that counts down?
As soon as I pull the first screw out of the watch, that’s when I hear dad yell out,
“Joel!”
“Just a minute dad!”
I continue pulling it apart until it was in twenty separate pieces all over the floor. There isn't anything suspicious in the pocket watch. It was ten minutes later that I noticed that I hadn’t heard my dad for quite some time. I run down the stairs to go see what he’s doing. He’s not there. I go outside to see what he’s doing. That when I see his senseless body on the ground. Tears streaming down my face I sprint over and I test his pulse. Nothing.
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Nevaeh
Teen FictionMy mum died giving birth to me, Joel. They say my father has never been the same. There are no grandparents on my mum's side, meaning there is nothing to remember her by. But what I just picked up could have given me a few clues about her.
