The tick of the clock only reminded me of the now still body on the other side of the room. Usually I wouldn't mind the tick of the clock, but the now still body on the other side of the room wasn't usual.
The tick of the clock only reminded me of the seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years that the now still body on the other side of the room could have lived. The life the now still body on the other side of the room could have lived had an infinite number of possibilities that could have happened to it. And all those possibilities were gone now, gone because of me.
The tick of the clock only reminded me of the now still body on the other side of the room, and how long I had been in here with it. It had only been two days, but every tick of the clock reminded me of that. It also brought to mind new questions, new facts, new things to think about.
The tick of the clock made me question how I could have done this. Two hundred years of never feeding on a human. Two hundred years I had gone with never tasting the blood of a human, the longest after Carlisle and Rosalie, a fact I had grown proud of.
The tick of the clock made me realize I wouldn't be able to look at my family the same way unless I told them what I had done. And I knew I wouldn't be able to do that because of my clean record. They were all prepared when I first joined their family for my breaking the vegetarian ways of them. But now, after two hundred years without one crack… something told me they wouldn't take the news too well.
The tick of the clock eventually became too much for me. I could have taken the batteries out, which was the reasonable option, but it was more satisfying at the time to break the damn thing.
The now still body on the other side of the room was also absolutely silent, as was to be expected. There was no other sound other than my breathing in the room. I suddenly became aware of how small the room I was in was. It suddenly seemed smaller than the closet under the stairs at the house.
The lack of lighting was no problem for me. I could see every detail regardless, even the black widow spinning her web in the corner across the room.
I knew I had to leave, else ways I would go crazy. I already was going crazy, and I knew it. I knew I needed to leave the body behind and leave the events that happened today behind. The first step of that would be leaving, which, for me, was hard.
I stood up, wiping around my mouth as I always did. I walked towards the door, away from the now still body in the corner with the black widow. I closed the door, wanting to leave behind everything that happened, act like it never happened, but they would find out eventually.
It's supposed to be repetitive. The tick, tack, and toe are there to change the thoughts, if you didn't catch up on that. But go ahead and tell me that the tick tack toe has nothing to do with the story. And also, don't ask whose point of view it is. One, it should be fairly obvious with the hint of this being set in the future, and two, if you can't figure it out, then just pick a character. It might fit for everone except Jasper... Poor baby. Being flung into the Piano like he was in the trailer... Made me weep.