2:00 a.m.: Deadline's Tale
The clock ticks and clacks behind its dull wooden cage. Another reminder of my internal hell that peeks beyond the surface. Maybe one single nap could calm my sense and lull me to a sense of relief. Thank goodness my mother quickly shut her mouth as soon as I entered the room.
As I toss and turn, a distinct scratch rings out, disrupting my “peaceful” sleep.
CAWWWWWWWWW!
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The clock’s cage rattles in discomfort, yelling with its every motion. Why doesn’t it quiet down?
CAWWWWWWWWW!
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CAWWWWWWWWW!
“What is it?! Why have you woke me up,” I holler out, the veins in my neck bursting little by little.
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Nothing. Nothing but a pin drop. The clock blares out, signaling it’s 1:59.
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No…
This isn’t right. It can’t be right…
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I quickly retreated out of my bed, rushing out of my room.
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Tick Tock
No…NOOOOOO! This can’t be…
Mother, can you hear me? It’s me…your dear child.
Your pride and joy.
CAWWWWWWWWW!
Your last thing in this world.
CAWWWWWWWWW!
Don’t leave me.
CAWWWWWWWWW!
I mean it.
CAWWWWWWWWW!
I step in the pools of red, tears bubbling in my eyes as they roll down my cheeks. Sat in the armchair was my dear mother, hunched over. At her side lays the wooden bird.
CAWWWWWWWWW!
The clock keeps ticking.
CAWWWWWWWWW!
It’ll be over soon.
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I’ve reached the deadline.