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There’s nothing to show what killed him. No blood, nothing. I can’t think straight. I have lived without a mother for my whole life; my dad is all I have left. And now he’s gone. Oh, please say this is a bad dream. That’s when I come to reality. I am now an orphan. I go back into the house and go through my dad’s stuff, to see if there was anything he wanted to hide from me. Or whether there is a will or something, anything to make my life better than it already it is. What the heck? Since when has dad had a journal? I risk looking into his journal and find pages and pages of his writing. I also see sketches; I believe they are of the pocket watch. I open to his first journal entry, it reads:

“Why did she die? Why was the love of my life taken away from me? I loved her, she was my whole world. I went through her draw to find some things for her family, which is when I found a pocket watch in her draw. It wasn’t a regular pocket watch, it was digital and it was in negative numbers. I picked it up, which is when I realized the numbers went back into positive numbers but instead of the numbers increasing, the numbers were now decreasing. I wound the watch, which added more numbers to the watch.

 

It was counting down in minutes. That’s when I came to the realization that the watch was controlling my wife. It was counting down the minutes she had left to live. She would have had to wind it each day to add a days worth of minutes to her life. When I saw the watch, it was counting how long she had been dead for, which is why it was in negative numbers. When I picked it up it was then counting the minutes I had left to live.”