Tick

Tick-Tock-Tick-Tock. They said it was all in my head. Tick-Tock-Tick-Tock. Everything's echoing, back and forth, back an forth; sounds reverberating off my ear drums, screaming so loud.Tick-Tick-Tick-Tick. Blinding lights, swirling, dazzling, painful lights. Tock-Beep-Tock-Beep. Pain, so much pain. Tick-Beep-Tock-Beep. They said it was all in my head, Danny was a nice boy, they said. Beep-Boop-Beep-Boop. So much pain. Everything rushing around. Iron. I taste Iron. Beep.-Beep...Beep.Beep.


Time of death, 2:27 A.M.

I watched as the doctors and nurses frowned at eachother, as they patted eachother on the back saying "We tried."

"We tried." They said, leaving me lifeless on the gurny. The Tick-Tock of my watch echoed deafly into the stark white walls of the hospital room in St. Joes. The blinding lights shown down onto the sheets like a ray of hope, lost to the darkness surrounding.

I stood in the corner of the room, dumbfounded and lost. I knew I existed, but i felt nothing. Just a constant tingiling throughout my body. The pain of the gaping hole in my chest was no longer agonizing,or even present as I stood there.

I took a couple steps toward my body. My body; my cold, bloody, dead, body. They said Danny was a nice boy.

I lifted the sheets, once pure and delicate now heavy with the scarlet red of despair. My face was sad, my eyes had sunken back and my skin had been stained with white and red. I could see what had happened now as I pulled down the bedding further.

Bam!

...A bullet wound to the chest.

Bam!

...Another to the neck.

They said Danny was a nice boy. They said it was all in my head.