Your clock is ticking, as is mine. The clock of life, like a pulsating heartbeat. The alarm will go off soon. You will fight as I watch your flailing arms, your silent pleas. Thrash. Squirm. Scream.
Ba-bum. Ba-bum. Ba-bum.
You can feel your life about to be stopped, like a clock with no batteries.
Ba-bum. Ba-bum. Ba-bum.
The final ticks of your clock are fast and rushed. Two minutes pass. A lifetime of ticks in those two minutes. The ticks cram together to form one sound.
Ba-bum-ba-bum-ba-bum
I smile, lower my face, and then…
Silence.
Subject: Beginning of my story 
Fri Nov 27, 2009 3:49 pm