Clocks

The sounds of clocks far off ticking away in my ear, match the beat of my heart. As I lay in my chambers along with my partner, a flash of light comes through a pair of eyes that i have sighted on the headboard mirror. the faint light grew and surrounded more and more of the room, and it soon blinded me so all that i could see was the purest white light.

 And then as I focused, I could still hear the ticking of a distant clock. But it sounded distorted as if there were twenty clocks all ticking away at their own paces. And I could feel a pain at my heart, as if someone thought of it as a broken clock, had heard it and got so annoyed that it needed to be broken to keep the peace at a tolerable level.

 The sounds of more clocks coming. But now the sound is heavier, deeper. And i see a pale face. Yet, it is a fair one. it looked as a frightened mouse, and sad as a dying deer. The eyes of this looked deep as an ocean. But at the very bottom, there was nothing. No life, cold as ice, and slowly i could see it's eye lids close round the globes of abyss.

 More ticking, and I saw myself kneeling upon an open womb of a great size, with blood pouring out like a fountain. And I saw a naked women lying in front of me on a wooden floor, raped of all her beauty. Red hand marks all over her body, and as I stand up from the corpse, Three words come from my mouth.

 "Goodbye, my love."

 tick. tick. tock. tock. tock. Tock.

 Heavier and heavier the sound starts to pump in my ear. And then there were lights flashing so brightly, I could feel my arm being raised over my eyes.

 "Oh No!"

 tock. Tock. TOCK. TOCK!

 There were noises of the police cars. And I could hear the sirens catching the beat of the clock. And i felt something In my hand.

 TOCK. TOCK. THUMP. THUMP.

 Such an unbearable sound. Pounding. Pounding. And I could feel a liquid trickling from the sides of my lips ever so slowly. Almost ticklish. Then I see a man behind me. A tall man, who had a wet raincoat on. And a hat over his bald head. Underneath his coat I see what looks like a black pinstripe suite. And in his hand by his side, there was a piece of metal. A...A...A...

 Thump. Thump. THUMP. tap. tap. tap. tap. tap. tap. THUMP.

 Rain.

 tap. tap. tap.

 Pouring rain.

 tap. tap. tap.

 Hitting the windows.

 THUMP. tap. tap. tap. CRACK.

 Thunder breaking the window. And I feel a million pieces of glass cutting into my body.

 THUMP. THUMP.

 A GUN. He held a gun in his hand. And the look on his face was full of fear. Though not the same type of fear as was on the woman's face. The woman. The dead woman. The light.

 Crack!

 The lightning had shed enough light on the man's face. The man was surrounded by some wooden frame.

 Tick. TOCK. TICK. TOCK.

 Suddenly my hand had a burning sensation. And I could feel myself holding a piece of metal.

 TI. TI. TI. TI.

 The rain being poured on to my skin, as blood was pouring out of my wounds. And then I saw the man in the mirror. And as I pointed the gun to my head, I could see myself in that torn raincoat covering the pinstripe suite.

 "Now, let's fix that clock."

 BAM!


       The End