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Quick prompt for English class (EDITED, EXTENDED) |
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The clock winked.
What? I'm not lying. It's one of those stupid little cat clocks with those huge eyes that move back and forth to the rhythm of that consistent and annoying tick tock, tick tock, TICK TOCK, until it becomes too much for you to handle and you either get the hell out of that room or you learn to block it out.
Where the ******** is Mrs...uhm...what's her name again? Johnson? Yeah, that sounds right.
I'm sick of staring at this clock. I should look away. But I need to know how long this damn woman has been "getting refreshments." How long has it been? I don't know. I've been staring at this god damn clock for far too long to even remember when I started.
After finally averting my eyes to something other than that ******** clock, I spot the cup of now lukewarm tea sitting on the coffee table in front of me. I drank out of that cup, didn't I? So, if I've already got something to drink, what is Mrs. Johnson doing?
"I should go."
Did I just say something? Sounded more like a mutter. I don't even know where she is. She probably didn't hear me. God dammit, where the hell is she? I want to get out of here! Would it be rude to just up and leave, without saying another word? Well, not if she's being totally sketchy.
Why did I come here in the first place?
Honestly, I don't remember. Maybe she put something in the tea. But, looking at it now, it's hard to tell. It tasted ******** weird though. And I've had my fair shares of tea.
"Ma'am?"
No answer. What if she's dead? She did look pretty old. Looked pretty nervous too. Jesus, I can remember what she looked like but I can't even remember why I'm here in the first place? Great.
I shouldn't leave. What if I came here for something important? Well, I don't exactly know why I'd be seeing an old woman for something important, anyways. Actually, I don't know why I'd be seeing any old woman at anytime. Ever.
"Are you okay?"
Once again, no response. Here I am, Sitting in some stranger's house, awkwardly alone, with no idea what to do except continue staring at that damn clock. Who in their right mind would own such a thing now a days? It doesn't even match the rest of this pretentiously perky room.
In fact, by the looks of it, this whole house seems to be your cliche old woman house.
The couches are covered in uncomfortable plastic wrap, the walls are painted in a plain, dull pink color, cracking in every direction. They're lined with various knickknacks that could probably date back to before the 50s. God I hope I don't end up like her someday.
Take a deep breath, take another sip. Maybe the tea will help me relax.
I pick up the tea and finish it off, and as my head begins to spin, I swear I can see something out of the corner of my eyes. Someone's touching me, but my eyes can't focus enough to see who it is. I can feel their hand on my shoulder. Wrinkled, cold, dry. Nails, too. Long, sharp, digging into my skin. She mumbles something, I think I can figure out what she said.
"Just relax, dear."
The tick tock is louder than ever, come to think of it. If anything is clear, it's that ******** noise, grating my eardrum. Why can't I block it back out? It's slower now, too. Like, unnaturally slow.
"Everything will be okay."
Yep, everything is slowing down. I can hear it in her voice now. I wish she'd keep talking. It's the only way I can ignore the annoying tick tock of the seconds passing, passing, ever so slowly.
And once again, I'm back where I began, staring at that stupid little cat clock with those huge eyes that move back and forth to the rhythm of that consistent and annoying tick tock, tick tock, TICK TOCK, until it becomes just too much to handle.
I still don't know why I came here. I wish I believed in a heaven and a god. I wish I had spent my childhood praying and being a good Christian, like my mom wanted me to. Maybe this is a punishment or something.
"I'm sorry, mom," is all I can manage to say, even though she's not here. I wish she was. Maybe she'd help.
 an odd superhero · Sat Feb 13, 2010 @ 04:44am · 0 Comments |
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