Empty Clocks

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Ever wondered what it was like to kill someone? Never really thought about it. You read it in stories, see it in pictures, but you never truly think of the moment you’ll have to kill someone.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

But there I am. And there she is. She’s yelling, screaming in fact. There’s a man on the other side of the glass. I know him, but I can’t recall his name.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

I don’t know what to do. It’s so loud. My heart is beating. I’m sweating, it’s in my eyes. She has a gun. I need to act.

Tick!

Tick!

Tick!

I need something, anything. I need to do something, anything. If I don’t he’ll die. He might not have a name, but I know he’s important. I know he needs to stay alive. I see the scissors.

Then there’s blood. Lots of blood. More than I thought. Then I realize I’ve never really thought about how much blood there’s might be. Instead all I feel is my heart. It’s still beating. Beating fast. Very fast. I’m trying to breathe enough to keep up.

She’s choking though. Must be on all that blood. I take the scissors out and look at my hands. I no longer recognize their color.

Her body drops and I see the man behind the glass. His hand is on the glass. He looks sad.

I want to tell him I’m sorry. I want to tell him I had no choice.

Tick.

Tick..

Tick…

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