Tick

Tick.

Haven’t you always wondered how we do these things? How we torture your mind without saying a single word, barely moving our bodies at all?

Tick.

You have, haven’t you. You’re mesmerized by our simple sounds and our simple movements. We control your life without even being able to think for ourselves.

Tick.

Go ahead; cry. It’s alright. We both know you want to.

Tick.

We’re getting faster.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Your heart is beating. You’re choking on your own tongue. Your head is spinning and you’re getting dizzy. Unscrewed.

Tick.

Tick.

We slow down again. You are starting to calm down. You understand what we’ve been trying to tell you now. All other thoughts leave your mind. Peace is accomplished.

Tick.

You pick up the knife. We’re urging you on, now. You know your time has come. You can feel the pain start to go away. You position yourself for the final act.

Tick.

One line of red.

Tick.

Three.

Tick.

Red lines, intricately drawn like spiderwebs, snaked through your arms and splattered against the floor.

Tick.

You couldn’t handle us. Everyone caves, eventually.

Tick.

Silence. Peace. One mutilated body on the ground, face up and arms to the side, palms facing up. Glassed-over eyes and an empty smile of contempt. The smile reached the eyes, in this case. Your breathing becomes shallow, laborious.

Tick.

We cease to move. You cease to breathe. Everyone succumbs, eventually.


by /u/MonstersInTheFog

From: Reddit


 

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