Scissors
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Complete Fri, Jan 5, 2018<5 mins
Scissors
I can hear it.
The click-click of two blades sliding against each other in such a sickening, annoying sound. I ground my teeth, reeling. I had to stop it.
I stood slowly from the chair I was sitting at and disregarded the book I was barely reading, not getting past the same sentence since the sound had started. I sighed, following the sound, but it didn't get louder or softer. It just kept going, at the same, steady tempo. The urge to cover my ears started to become unbearable. I want to read, but couldn't with that sound.
Click-click, click-click, click-click.
That horrible sound.
I sped walked now around my house, searching drawers, cabinets, anything. No, someone must be doing it. Yes, someone must. But I was alone. I've been alone for thirteen years. I had no friends. No relationships.
Click-click, droned the sound.
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