Time

Prologue

Every second comes dread. Every minute comes worry. Every hour comes fear.

Tick Tock, Tick Tock, Tick Tock. The sound fills my ears. Consuming every thought.

Tick Tock, Tick Tock, Tick Tock. With each tick it becomes closer. The minute hand rises closer and closer.

Ding Dong, Ding Dong, Ding Dong. The hand hits twelve. The music plays not a happy joyful song but a sad sorrowful one.

Tick Tock, Tick Tock, Tick Tock. The clock keeps running. Not for long.

Tick Tock, Tick Tock, Tick Tock. The clock ticks louder. An attempt to stay. I know it won't work.

Tick Tock, Tick Tock, Tick Tock. The clock stops. Yet it keeps running.

Tick Tock, Tick Tock, Tick Tock. The clock runs quietly. Barely even audible. I can hear it but nobody else can.

Tick Tock, Tick Tock, Tick Tock. They think I'm dead, but I'm not. They think the clock has stopped, but it hasn't.

Ding Dong, Ding Dong, Ding Dong. The clock goes off on the hour. Nobody can hear it's sweet saddening song.

Tick Tock, Tick Tock, Tick Tock. The clock slows, but nobody knows. Nobody can hear it. Nobody but me.

Ding Dong. The clock goes off once more. One last hour. One last chime. One last second.