9th August 2018
(Midnight)
This is it.
I trace my fingers on the circled date on the calendar.
The tick of the clock hypnotizes me,
its rhythmic sound fills my ears,
my head,
each and every nerve of my body.
The wait is torturous.
Each fraction of the second elevates my frustration.
But the funny thing is...
I don't know what I'm waiting for.
Maybe a forgotten time?
A forgotten memory?
I shake my head at the dramatic lines.
What could be there?
The banter soothes my queasiness,
and I return to bed.
Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
The clock strikes twelve.
Like wildfire,
an excruciating pain spreads through my head.
I clutch the sheets,
pulling them out of the bed in an attempt to dampen the pain.
Another wave,
pincher and sharper than before,
makes me clench my teeth to hold my scream.
Then,
suddenly,
like a gush of water through a crack,
the memories flood in.
My death.
His suicide.
The seven chances.
And,
our sacrifice.
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