Author's Note: This is another writing circle piece, even though it's not finished, I had to post it. Does anybody have any suggestions on what I should do? Maybe have the intro be like a "flash-foward" or something? Let me know.
I sit in the room undisturbed, except the clock mocks me with every tick.
Tick. What have I done? Tick. I don’t deserve to believe alive. Tick.
Are they coming for me? With every tick, my anticipation begins to rise,
until I can not take it anymore. I pull the knife, covered with blood,
out of my jacket and throw it. The clock no longer ticks, and I hear a
knock at the door. It’s the police, delivering the news I do not want
to hear:”Ms. Hollen, you are out of time.”. I have no choice but to
follow them, after all I was out of time.
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