Just for a Minute

Injuries do not meld well with depression. I cannot go to work, or school for a while. me roommates are gone and I am home alone, disassociating and melting into the furniture. Every part of my being wants to tear apart the clock tic-ticking across the room. It is day seven of my solitude and iv'e almost completely trapped myself in my bedroom. I know its not ok, but no-one has come looking for me. I told them I want to be alone, just for a minute. minute after minute passes, and another still. I've stopped turning on the television. It doesn't lighten my mood. Im not sad, but Im not happy. I am in a mode of stasis. There is not a single motivating factor for me to move from this armchair in front of my tv, so here I stay. The corners of the room begin to darken and close in. It must be getting late. the room is darkening and the tic-ticking of the clock is getting louder and louder. the room is darkening and all my senses have gone numb but the clock never stops getting louder. Maybe the TV can drown out the absolutely aggravating annoyance.  Oh great! the television wont even turn on. the batteries on the remote must be out. There are no other noises. my roommates aren't home yet, at least their loud-ass thumping around the house could at least break up the monotony of this obnoxious tic-ticking. the arm chair beneath me feels so stiff now. I can't find comfort however I fidget. my face feels hot from frustration. Getting up is going to hurt, but I have to. I gain all my forces to get up, pulling all of the air into my lungs, planting my arms onto each arm rest, straining to lift my body. As soon as i was up the clock just stopped. Turn around to see the clock, but all i see is my sunken face, still in the arm chair.