All around me are different noises. All the same volume, loud and growing more and more deafening as the seconds tick by on the clock on the wall. The clock going TIC TIC TIC TIC, a restless sound counting down to the bell that would release me from this cold frigid room. I hear someone’s foot tapping the tile, a coping mechanism for their stress but anxiety inducing for me. I hear the scratch ...
“I can tell already that you want to kill me. I know this is the part where I’m supposed to beg for my life. I know I should list all the reasons i have to live to convince you not to kill me; a family, a passion, a spouse.”
Jane paused for a moment, That’s right isn’t it? She thought. Those were the three things people always listed when their life was in the hands of another wasn’t it? It’s ...