HI! okay this story is of Ivan when he's 15 and keeps envading on his thoughts but their not his, their his from another world thingie! the parts when he'sbing talked to or listening are said in a sing-song voice and high pitched.
R&R flame if need-of-the-be
Tic-toc...
Tic-toc...
That sound is always with me.
That clock.
That demonic white clock.
Counting down the seconds.
Tic-toc...
Tic-toc...
These walls.
These never-ending black walls.
I lie here, on my back.
Tic-toc.
Tic-toc.
Phantom ticking.
Phantom tocing.
It just goes on and on and on and on and on…
Ivan woke up screaming bloody murder. His white top drenched in sweat.
