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Time Is Madness

Jaron Panikkar

    Tick, tock, tick tock. I hear it. I hear it all the time. I want them to shut it off. I want to smash it. I want it gone. But they won’t get rid of it. They keep it hanging outside the cell doors. Sometimes I go over to the cell and reach my hand out and for it. “Destroy, destroy,” I say. I see it grin at me. One day I’ll wipe that smug look off of it’s face. A guard bangs against my cell door; I cower to a corner beside my cot. I curl up and start to say, “Get it away get it away get it away getitawaygetitawaygetitaway...”
    I feel time pass as my cell door opens. I’m still curled up in the corner saying, “...getitawaygetitaway”; some guards pick me up against my will. They place me in a room with a tall man in a white coat; he starts to ask me questions. Questions about my childhood, and my teen years, but the thing is, I tell him that I don’t remember any of it. I tell him that Time has taken that from me all that I remember is seeing a large ticking device in a dark void that tried to eat me whole and only hearing “Tick tock tick tock” over and over again.
    I notice he has a ticking device on his desk I start to ignore his questions and say, “Time, time is a marvelous thing — all it does is move forward with or without us. But what if some of us can’t move on? What if some of us can only stay stuck in our own reality?”
    He says, “Harry. If you don’t answer my questions I can’t help you.” I frantically look around trying to avoid eye contact with him I look at his ticking device.
    I say, “Get it away get it away get it away!” I start to laugh manically “There is no helping me. I’m a lost cause. I’m lost in the river of time! Time is madness after all.” I start to go back into saying, “Get it away get it awaygetitaway!”
    I’m thrown back into my cell. Its dark and lonely until I see a shadowy figure walk towards me; it has the face of the object that hangs out side the cell. It’s wearing a similar coat to the one that the evil doctor was wearing. I start to back up; the figure is holding a sharp object. It gets up in my face. All I hear is tick tock, tick tock. The figure then grins and says, “It’s time to dissect your brain Harry. I want to know what makes you Tick. Don’t you?”
     “Get it away get it away get it away!” I say. The ticking and the tocking get faster and faster as it matches my heart beat. I feel like my head is about to explode. I then let off an agonizing scream. The figure grabs me and brings the sharp object closer. I feel the sharp object penetrate my head. The ticking and the tocking now start to slow down. It’s a slow process. The pain is unbearable. The cold steel digs into my brain cutting the muscles that hold it together. I start to see smaller ticking devices with wings fly around me. They start to circle me like vultures. Their numbers started to fly off and get bigger; the numbers start to dance in front of me. The now empty faces grew mouths. The mouths opened and had large fangs. They start to bite into me. I continue to scream. The ticking and the tocking gets faster again, and the numbers start to melt in front of me as I say, “Noo, No Get away get away get away getawaygetawaygetawaygetaway!”

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