Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25623211-20141104184838

I woke up, strange. I'm a deep sleeper. Maybe the new grandfather clock woke me. Ticking so loud, Ticking. Why did she make me get that. Nobody has one. It's much too loud.

I prop myself up on my elbows. I slide off the bed to stumble towards the bathroom. Inside, I drink some water and splash the rest on my face. A little more awake, I decide to flip on the lights. A cracked mirror and broken glass greeted me. Instantly I awoke and realized my wife must have hurt herself; she wasn't in bed. I sincerely hoped she had suffer from an accidental tumble and not regressed to cutting again.

The gong struck loudly. Twelve times, ironic and loud. Why was it so loud? It wasn't this loud earlier. No not important, I need to help her. I rushed our our room, thinking to find her in the kitchen, but stopped barely outside the door. I saw her shape outlined in the darkness on the floor. I stopped, the ticking didn't.

I forced my feet forward, staring at her still form. A heart beat, if I could find one it would be fine. Her form did not move even to breath, but my world could not be ended so easily. Why didn't she wake me first, we were finally in our own house and free of them. Could she not handle happiness? What happened? Why did the ticking get louder?

I suddenly realized my wife wasn't alone, a girl stood over her. It wasn't our daughter. Maybe she killed my wife. I looked at her instead of my wife and did I have a wife? This girl was beautiful. Could someone be so beautiful? She just captivated me with flawless skin and green eyes. Silky brown hair cascaded down to hide half her face; she could not be capable of any evil.

She moved her hair to reveal a clock face instead of an eye. A big shiny copper one merged into her face, yet her beauty remained unchanged. I stood there smiling for nothing could possibly be bad with her here. She pointed her finger towards another part of the room. Sadly she ,add me look away from her beauty and in that corner I saw my children dead. I immediately looked back so that I would stop missing her beauty.

She looked as beautiful as before. I heard another round of gonging begin, now I knew it came from her. She raised her arm and thrusted the knife into my chest. She just needed my heart. I know because she told me somehow. She just needed our best parts for something. The dead woman on the floor next to me had said it was my heart.

Of course I gave it to her. How could I refuse that beautiful girl. My heart looked strange. She disappeared. I'm not sure what happened. I'm sad because she was pretty. I started feeling bad. Am I dying? It must be because she left. I think the ticking stopped. 