Sentimenal: Just another one shot. I got bored one ay and wrote this, it's from Ray's POV.

Story Inspiration: Nothing really.

Disclaimer: I'm not that awesome to have a tv show ya know.

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It keeps on ticking, indicating each second passing by, every minute flying away, every hour sliding through. All I will hear is that infernal noise, and it shall forever keep on ringing throughout my ears, mind, and soul. Never, it'll never leave me, for this is what fate has brung me. For the torturing at every little thing in my life; the ticking shall never stop, continuing to shout into me, boaring down into my heart. A curse. It's everything I am, everything I have been through; an insubstantial enchantment. It keeps on running though, as if it were a waterfall cascading down to nothing as the clock indicates my being closing to a halt. Nonexistant is what I have been, and what I've always been. The mask hiding myself, the true me, had never been lifted off, uncaring of what it would do to me.

Ruffled on the carpet beneath me, my breath shudders, continuing as my body flutters. The sound surrounding the area mocks me, laughing as it watches my soul slowly wither into nothingness. Cursing, I slowly lift my head up and glare at the cold object hanging on the wall. My death now imminent, I lay my head back down, and wait, my soul retreating out of me with every single, silent breath.

Ticking...It was all I heard and it was everything I despised ever so. It counted down every last second until I was no more, a heartbeat forever to remain still. But even now, it keeps on whispering, yelling, ringing, unable to leave me alone.

Forever it shall remain, damning me even after life, and after death.