Insanity

"This post might somewhat freak you out a bit. Haha. I don't know I just randomly started writing this from out of nowhere one day...a week ago? I forgot. I know some or this one part might be confusing, but I didn't know what else to write. Otherwise, hope you like it!"

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Tick.

The classroom was quiet and there was only the sound of the ticking of the clock and the shuffling among the students sitting in their seats.

Tick.

I swung my pencil silently up and down between my fingers, staring straight at the clock with no thought in my head at all. But I was sure I could feel even the slightest bead of sweat race down the back of my neck.

Tick.

I leaned back in my chair, not even removing my sight off the clock, dropping the pencil onto the desk. I tightened my fist and tried to keep steady. I took a deep breath and bit my lower lip.

Tick.

Each tick of the clock, each second, began to last longer and longer. The hands then began to warp with the clock before my very eyes. The clock began to melt.

Tick.

The room started to blur and grew bigger and bigger by the second until I was some ant, the walls beginning to spread with bloody red, ceiling to the floor, like a disease. The clock fell on the ground, tiles of the floor breaking part, revealing an endless hole of pitch black darkness. And there it was levitating out of the hole…a shadow…a corpse. The only thing of the shadow body that caught my eye: its wide-open bloodshot eyes, its jaw wide-open as if it were going to scream, and its hand, hanging off the body, dripping of blood.

Tick.

Even after the fall, I could hear the clock’s ticking.

Tick.

Faster and faster the ticks began to ring in my ears.

Tick.

And before I knew it, the head of the shadow turned its head, eyes staring straight into mine.

Tick.

All of a sudden I felt like my body was being squeezed. I was caught by its glance and I couldn’t look down, but I felt like a thousand arms and hands were pulling my whole body apart.

Tick.

Then the ticks slowly began to turn into voices ringing in my ears.

Tick…Kill…

Bloodshot eyes still hooking onto mine. I felt myself quivering now, my body almost all covered in darkness, but I knew it was still there, feeling a drip of blood racing down my arms…

tick…Kill…

The body screamed, bloodshot eyes now growing big and, immediately, I felt a pain of a thousand knives piercing through my body.

tick…KILL!

I screamed, my hands shooting up to cover my ears, and I was back in the classroom and everyone turned their attention to me.

Tick.

But it was too late…

Tick…

…there I was laying on the ground…

Tick...

…a thousand knives laid all around me in a puddle of blood…

Tick…

…me, a corpse…a shadow, with bloodshot eyes looking up to the ceiling and all I remember feeling last was a drip of blood racing down my arms…

Tick.