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Kristy Jackson · (05-15-2014)

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Take my hand little one for time will continue to tick away. While you stand here today you will be gone by the sun of tomorrow. Tick Tick Tick sounds the clock in your darkened bedroom where monsters hide under your bed and wait in your closet. Such an imagination you have little one. Did I not tell you not to believe? Did I not tell you to never think about such things? The mind is a very tricky place you see and when you have already seen may not be unseen. You can scream you can cry you can shed as many tears on your pillow as you have when you were on your knees but it will not save you now. I warned you I told you I said it time and time again, the mean thing is not real unless you think about it. But not a word later and the very thing in your head is now haunting you while you pull the covers over your head and pray hard for it to go away. It just took a moment, just a thought, just a second and I came to be. Do not worry however my child. I do not hide under your bed nor in your closet. I stand at the foot of your bed, in the corner of your room, in the tick tick ticking of your clock....

Your Time...Is Up...

....Screams....

Allow me to introduce myself, just a strange figment of the imagination, a nightmare if you will. I haunt your dreams yet I warn you from the moment you lay in your bed to not think of things you can not defeat. You see, you all made me. You all made what I have become and what I will soon do. My actions are what you make them my thoughts are what you think in the dark. So why I ask why do you think such things to make something like me, something you are unable to defeat, something you are unable to understand.

Sorry, I get carried away in my own mind. My name is...My name is...Oh yes, Natalie, my name is Natalie. You all can call me Clockwork however. To introduce myself I would just like to start out with saying that after you have heard this, you should forget every word I am about to tell you. You should never think of my voice nor my words ever again. In time you will come to understand that it is best to sleep on the white clouds at night and not think of the egg shells you really are sleeping on. So, now that you have been worn please continue. There is no light to the end of this tunnel, there are no happily ever afters, this is the introduction to the first chapter of who I am and what I will become.

Enjoy

Your time is up....

TOBY!

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Once my head had hit the ground I knew it was over actually I had hoped it was over. I closed my eyes hoping for death and reaching out for it. I just didn't expect my brother to come in contact with it before me. The glass was practically sprayed into the side of his head while he laid in front of me. If only this had been hell then I would have smiled and gladly welcomed my new surroundings. Sadly I was still breathing and Toby was not.

Blood covered the ground around my brother while my eyes began to water, not from the sight of my brother but the fums in the air. Strange isn't it? What next is I cried for myself not for my dead brother. He had made his way out of this word while many attempts just left me broken and bruised. I envied the blood that had touched my hand that night. Maybe that is the very thing that trapped me where I am currently. That night of losing the race with my brother.

T.....T.....Toby!!!

The car was upside down feet from me and covered in blood. The glass was shattered everywhere and gas was leaking closer and closer to me. While I wished I could allow it to spread and hope for a fire I got to my feet and limped to my broken brother. The only person in the world who understood me and he had beat me to the grim reaper. While I would love to introduce you to the side of me that loved death and was completely obsessed with it I have to continue with this story. It's not time for me to explain what happened before this moment but mainly after it. Spoiler to it all I did not die here I still had some pain to move on from this moment.

Bastard!

I struggled for a moment or two. I must have looked so sad looking down at my brother all broken in two. It wasn't long before a few flashing lights ended up hitting my back and a woman ran out to me. I didn't scare her but I probably should have. I turned around and she took me into her arms even while blood ran down my cheek. Of course I had to put on the act that I was crying for my brother and not myself. Sadly when I got home it was back to hell with one less person to experience it with me.

What pushed you over the top? Why did you change tonight? Why why why. Well the whys ended up turning into yells and later just turned into drinking while my oldest brother began his night in my bedroom forcing me onto the bed and doing things to me that hurt worse than the cuts on my body that no one seemed to care too much about. I should mention I walked away from this crash and no one bothered to stop me. Anyway when my brother was done and was even to tired to move from my bed I pulled my pants back up and walked into the bathroom. This is where my time ran out.

The reflection in the mirror shows off cuts and pimples but what did you expect from a teen who was in a car crash? I looked even more ugly and I knew tomorrow would be a day filled with kids pulling at my hair and calling me Ugly. So with that being said I watched my eyes dance over a crack in the glass in my small black bathroom thinking of what would be said. Oh the names that had danced in my head along with the picture of my lucky dead brother laying on the ground. It was enough to drive one mad and it did. I beging laughing and smiling. It got louder. Louder. Even louder. No one could hear though. My parents were tired from giving me a beating and asking me why the whole time and my brother could blow a load and he was out for the rest of the night.

I smashed the mirror and the pieces ended up everywhere. I grabbed one and jammed it into my bad eye. You see I grew up with a birth defect and lost the sight in one of my eyes from it. I felt the pain and the blood gush from a broken eye but I didn't seem to care. I continued to laugh as I watched the blood drain from my eye and make a puddle on the ground. When I was done playing poke my eye out I laid the glass on the pile of glass in the sink. Everything seemed to be so bloody and my mouth was full of this iron taste. I started to spit but once I looked up the whole where my had been I started to wonder. I wonder why I kept an eye when it didn't work in the first place. Well it was gone now so I didn't need to worry about it.

The bathroom was covered in my blood as I sat on the ground smiling and slightly rocking. The taste of iron still covered my taste buds and it was getting harder to force myself not to scratch at my eyeless socket. I got up to my feet and walked around the bathroom for a little while before settling myself in front of the mirror again and pulling out Tobys watch. I had grabbed it before running away from the scene and I didn't know why but I guess now I knew what I would do with it. I ripped away the band part of it so that now it was only the watch. I looked down at it for a second before running my finger over the under part of my socket. With a smile I shoved the clock into where my eyes used to be causing it to gush even more blood. This time I did feel the pain and let out a scream. I felt sick to my stomach before it all went away again. I held my hand over the sink letting blood drip over the glass so when I lifted my head to look in the mirror more blood dripping from my face.

Ha HA...Ha HA ha...HA HA HA HA HA...

My laugh seemed to be loud enough well my laugh and scream to wake up my mother. She walked into the bathroom and at the sight of her daughter covered in her own blood. She walked to me her hand ready to give me a back hand. However I wasn't going to let her cause my pain this time so I simply pulled her into what would be similar to a hug. A smile crossed my lips as my hand covered in my mother's blood. Till this day I regret nothing. In fact after I watched her fall to the ground i gripped the glass I had in my hand and began to cut into her chest. She was dead but I seemed to keep going sadly I couldn't stop myself. After her it was my brother. I started with cutting off the part of his body that hurt me most following it was his chest similar to my mother. Last my father who didn't seem to feel anything in his drunken sleep. I was covered in blood and so was the house. I even managed to take the time and set my brother, mother, and father up on the couch and for once they looked happy to be in the same room as me. It was great I wished Toby was here to see it.

Toby...

I had said his name with a smile on my face. He beat me to death but I also found something worth my time in living. After looking over the bodies of my family on the couch I made my way up to the bathroom once again and looked into the mirror. Toby had always said he wished I would smile more and tonight I made his dream come true. I wasn't going to kill myself because there wasn't any use in it. So what I decided to do then made up what I am today. Since I couldn't share this moment with Toby I would make him happy by always having a smile on my face.

Taking the glass I used to kill my brother, mother, and father I gripped it and slid it into my corner of my mouth. A ripping feeling followed with the sound of ripping and blood dripping down the front of me. I did the same to the other side until I had a permanent smile on my face. However I encountered a problem when I started to talk aloud. What was left of my mouth would hang and flap slightly. It only took a moment to come up with a solution. I grabbed the thread and needle out of my cabinet and began to stitch up my mouth once again. It was slightly hard considering the blood that covered my hands but I still managed.

When I was done I could hear a faint moan. Could it really be that someone lived? I couldn't believe it but I walked back down to where I had placed my mother father and brother and there laying on the floor in his blood was my daddy. He looked up at me and fear ovecame his face. It was the moment I decided that since no one liked my face I would rather have them be scared when they saw it than say I was ugly. Back on topic however I looked down at my dad before walking over to him and sitting him back on the couch.

I said sit!!!!

He moaned as I sat him up on the couch. My voice echoed and sounded really mad. I smiled and sat on my dads lap before laying my head on his chest. I wished it was like this before Toby had died. He could have gotten the hug from dad he always wanted.

I got an A on my test dad and Eric said he liked the pin on my backpack. I wish you could see me become who I am going to be but sadly you won't just like Toby. See Daddy I wanted us to be happy but you and mommy didn't do anything when Tristan played with me and it made me sad. You two would just get drunk and hit me and Toby. Toby even tried to help me but you would send him to his room after a beating. You know it is your fault we ended up like this. Toby's dead and well I'm...He he...I'm going to send you three to him so he can have fun like I did.

My mentality shrank to an eight year old while I sat on my dads lap. When I snapped out of it I turned to him and watched his eyes roll before pushing the glass in my hand into his chest.

Your time is up...Dad...

I twisted the glass and he seemed to just fade away. It was the first night I felt truly....Alive...

So Billy Zane allow me to introduce myself. I am Clockwork. My main focus here is to pass the time and find something to do when I'm bored. I would just like to say I saw what you had to say and what you said about broken clocks and working clocks. I don't find you impressive and I really can't wait until I get to meet you face to face. I allowed you into my mind just like I will allow a lot of my opponents into my mind. What you do with the information you have seen is up to you entirely just remember my warning. What you want to see is what you see when the lights go out.

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Billy......

Billy......

I’m already a broken clock...

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But so are you because.....

Your time....IS UP!

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