The yellow lined clock on her stark white bedroom wall went tick-tock softly. The gray, evil eyed clock at school growled out the time every three minutes. "Eight oh six!" it barked.
In the mornings, the clocks spoke to her softly, whispering endearments and caressing her ears with kind announcements. At night, the clocks grew abrasive, angrily marching around and demanding attention.
At one in the morning, when monsters haunted her bloody eyes, and screams died unheard in her dry mouth, the clocks echoed the fierceness of her nightmares.
"Nobody wants you! You're running out of time!" they laughed gruesomely
The clocks stood, jeering, and watched as he took her dreams away. "Look at that! The girl doesn't even know..." they loved to taunt her. She was watching the clocks the day she met him.
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