13b
Tick-tock, Tick-tock, Tick... It had been exactly 13 seconds, since I heard the clock's last tick. I knows, because I has been counting. Counting....keep counting...1,3,3,4...4...,5,7,6. Yes, it has been exactly 13 seconds.
Sweat beaded against my forehead. Water droplets misleadingly caressed my face. My sweaty palms fisted firmly around my scantily clad clothes. I keeps counting...it was getting hotter in here, very hot. I is burning up. Only a little longer, I said to Me. Me is always impatient. Myself has to always calm Me down. Me never wants to hear the clock, she thinks that the clock damages our brain, but I always makes the decisions.
The on-going interaction between the three cell members is the only thing that keeps us alive. We argue back and forth, until we make a decision. I always make the decisions...I always keeps counting.
The walls get closer together every 13 seconds. The cell becomes claustrophobic because it is smaller than the original size. The cell dividers fade in and out of view by 13 units. That's why Me gets frightened. She thinks that the cell walls will squeeze us...haha...funny Me.
We all love to draw on the walls. I has to convince Me that the walls aren't closing in. I measures 13 units, I has to be precise. One unit is one foot, but...but we don't have 13 feet.
It has been 13 years, since we were trapped in here. Do you know how many days there are in a year? 13, exactly 13 days in one year. Myself often likes to boast that we have managed to keep our sanity intact for 13 years. The air is getting thinner, the walls start to close, the gate disappears, Myself's throat constricts, Me laughs and I hears the clock stop ticking...welcome to cell 13b.
hahahaha
