Tick Tock

Tick tock, tick tock...

The clock was the only sound in the small room, except from the sound of shuddering breaths from the man who was sitting or rather tied to a chair. He was dirty, bloody and living in a world of pain.

Tick tock, tick tock...

How many times had the clocked ticked and tocked since he had been placed in that room? He had no idea. If only he could clear his head he could figure it out, he knew he could! But instead he counted the ticks and tocks, and kept waiting.

Tick tock, tick tock...

He had been waiting, for such a long time! Don was supposed to come! He clung to that name as a lifeline, the only thing keeping him sane. Don...Don...Don. He had been here for so long. Hours... days... months... years, he didn't know.

Tick tock, tick tock...

They all haunted his dreams and nightmares. His dad, Amita, Larry, Don, his mother, they were all there. Dying, being hurt and it was all his fault. And that sound, always the ticks and tocks. Whether it was a bomb counting down or the old clock in the classrooms, just before somebody burst in, their guns pointing at a loved one. Horrible nightmares, but he never screamed. That was the only thing he had learned in this room. You do not scream.

Tick tock, tick tock...

Were the seconds slowing down? They might be, but who would notice? The only person who would hear, was him. A person, who was sure his very own sanity was slipping away every time they came in with a new way of tormenting him, either physically or verbally. Threats against him and his family, a new and more painful way of getting him to spill what he knew. But he would never do that. He would be strong, just like Don always was.

Tick tock, tick tock...

He could have sworn there were noises outside of the room, but he dismissed it. They never made any noises, always trying to catch him off guard. Instead, he blamed the sounds on his crumbling sanity. No, there were definitely something wrong. The sounds of gun shots being fired echoed through the room, almost drowning out the sound of the old clock.

Tick... tick tock...

There was people screaming now. His tormentors were yelling, probably cursing. Maybe... maybe this was it, maybe this was the rescue. Maybe Don was coming now. He opened his mouth, trying to yell something. They had to find him! If they didn't he would surely lose it, and never find his way back.

Tick tock...

He tried to yell for help, but his throat was too dry. It was no use. They would never find him, he was destined to die here, insane. No longer would he kiss Amita, no longer helping Don, no longer have fun with Larry. Never, ever again.

Tick...

Suddenly there was a loud bang as the door was kicked open. A bright light filled the room, and he closed his eyes. Why was it so bright? Was he dead? Was he going to Heaven? But then he heard his voice, and he knew he wasn't dead.

"Charlie?"

Don had found him, Don had saved him. He was free!