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Ticking - Story
« on: July 05, 2018, 01:10:20 AM »
Tick, tick.

The seconds count down, you're sweating, scribbling on paper. The sun is streaming through the window, you're painfully aware of how hot it is. Meanwhile, the clock is ticking, the hands seeming to move in slow motion.

Tick, tick.

Only the sound of breathing surrounding you. You look around, and only spot other people, doing the same thing as you. Scribbling down numbers and words, sweating as the hot sun beats down on their tired faces. You look back to your own paper in dismay. Two sentences and a whole lotta doodles. Dammit.

Tick, tick.

You sit there, pretending to be busy, all the whole listening to and watching the clock on the wall. Your feet are numb from misuse, your palms sweaty. You drop your pen. You bend down to pick it up, and there's gum on the bottom of the desk. You straighten up again before falling into a daydream.

Tick, tick.

A high pitched ring reaches your ears, snapping you back to reality. How long have you been dreaming? You're unsure, the only thing you can hear is the ticking of a clock, the mechanical heartbeat of an everyday item.

Tick, tick.

The adults are long gone, your peers too. You're sitting, still as a statue. The only movement in the whole room is the hands of the clock, and the shadows that creep across the room as the sun meanders across the sky. It's eerily silent, everyone but you gone, but the ticking continues. Comforting you.

Tick, tick.

You're dreaming again. It's late at night,. You're fast asleep but still at school. It's freezing cold, your feet are another kind of numb. You're not sure of whats happening, still not fully aware.

Silence.

Your surroundings fade away. Everything is just black. And then you remember. A scream. The scream.
Your scream.
Your death.