Tick tock.

Tick tock.

Tick tock.

The witch is dead.

Tick tock.

Tick tock.

Tick tock.

Your mother is dead.

Tick tock.

Tick tock.

Tick tock.

Your mother is that witch.

Tick tock.

Tick tock.

Tick tock.

You killed her.

Tick tock.

Tick tock.

The thoughts won't stop.

Tick.

Lena knows this, but she still tries to block them out. Tries her hardest, over and over.

Tock.

But they still don't stop.

Why can't they stop?

Is it because she doesn't want them to stop?

Tick tock.

Lena wonders why she ever has the clock in her room, anyways. She should just break it - although it's covered in poems she quite enjoyed.

Tick.

Her mother was disgusting. Heartless, Evil, and Cold.

Derserved death.

Tock.

But it she was still her mother.

Tick tock.

It's hard to hate ones own mother.

Tick tock.

Not impossible, but hard.

Lena isn't one to overcome hard challenges.

Tick tock.

Is she supposed to feel like a superhero? No one else will die because of her mother..

..But now she's a killer, just like her.

Tick tock.

Hm. And she'll be the death of her own lover, won't she?

Tick tock.

Maybe they aren't so different, afterall.

Tick tock.

Maybe she derserves to die, too.

- Hey, she likes that.

Tick tock.

Maybe that clock is ticking to my death, She thinks.

And then she laughs.

Tick tock.

"I hope so," She whispers into the dark, empty room.

Tick tock.

But the tick tock is getting to her.

Tick tock.

She wants it to stop. Just the seconds, flying by.

Tick tock.

Even if she breaks that clock, the ticking won't stop either, will it?

Tick tock.

Oh well. Maybe she'll take comfort in that knowledge - that the tick's and tock's won't leave her side.

Tick tock.

Ha ha. She won't.

Tick tock.

Tick tock.

Tick tock.

A witch is alive.

Tick tock.

Tick tock.

Tick tock.

You are alive.

Tick tock.

Tick tock.

Tick tock.

You are that witch.

Tick tock.

Tick tock.

Tick tock.

You're counting down until your death.

A/N: I don't know why, but I just get into these small modes where I like to write Lena going insane. I don't know why I wrote this, but I think it'd be after she realizes/finds out Ethan has to die, and she's also grieving over her mother's death.

Also, I would like to say thank you to the people who liked my other Beautiful Creatures fic. I'm glad you enjoyed my terrible writing, ahah.