He woke up in the dark, his arms tied behind his back with thick rope to a chair.
He couldn't see, but he was okay with that.
Until he heard it.
tick
tick-tick
tick
tick-tick
tick
The ticking of a clock.
Slightly irregular.
Just like...
then.
He's breaking
I can see that.
I didn't think it would be that easy.
You never think anything's easy.
No, I just don't trust your particular set of skills.
Aww, you don't have faith in me? Just as I thought.
Shut up.
"You're dumb. Useless."
The chains rattled, swinging back and forth.
"Stupid."
He could hear it.
"Retarded."
The sound of insects crawling.
"You should die."
They're echoing.
"Why don't you just kill yourself already?"
The sounds are echoing.
"You're just a useless cutter."
There's a sound echoing louder than anything else, though.
"Just die already!"
A ticking.
"Kill yourself!"
Echoing over and over.
"You're useless anyway."
Slightly off.
"Nobody likes you."
Just barely irregular.
"Nobody wants you here."
Every other tick just slightly too close to the one before it.
"Just die!"
Just like then.
"Die!"
Like before.
"Kill yourself!"
Like that time.
"I thought you were supposed to be dead!"
When his world was torn to shreds.
"Why don't you join your sister in hell?!"
A screech.
I heard it before anyone else.
I saw the semi.
Saw it skid.
Saw it come towards our tiny car.
Saw it crush my twin.
My other half.
My Angel.
My beautiful sister.
Crushed.
There was blood all over me.
None of it was mine.
My sister was dead.
That's what they told me, to the ticking of a slightly irregular clock.
Angelina is gone.