Nothing Special [100 Drabbles]

04-05-2010, 10:35 PM

008. Clock.
Character: Tomas
Word Count: 188

That ticking. Where is it coming from? What's going on? It's too dark to tell. My limbs are stuck, I can't move. The only thing left to move freely are my eyes, and this darkness does nothing to help.

It. Keeps. Ticking. Ticking me off. Make it stop. Please someone make it stop. I need it to stop. I'll kill. I'd kill myself if I could move my god damned arms. Is this some type of torture? It must be. It HAS to be. No one would do this to someone with good intentions. Where's my family? My mother. She was with me not long ago... this is funny! LET ME OUT. PLEASE.

I know what that ticking is. It's a clock. This is torture. I'm left here, in the dark, alone, can't move, with nothing but the sound of a clock. To remind me that time exists. To remind me that I am trapped, and time is going by without me.

I want to die. I need a friend... someone to talk to... someone that will keep me from going insane... someone to smash that fucking clock.