You're Out of Time
It was a regular school day, and as I did, I didn't talk at all today. After school, someone confronted me.
"Hi, Saria!" It was Jack.
"What do you want?" I said with a sigh.
"I wanna be friends, of course."
I didn't want friends because they would get in the way.
"Sorry but, no."
"Okay, bye!"
I can't believe he just walked off without any reluctance of me saying no. I went home, took a shower, did my homework, then went to sleep. Oh yeah, and I also drew some drawings of my fear. Clocks. I hate time because it puts me under pressure.
Today we had a test and Mr. George was passing the test, while I was drawing clocks. " Put up your drawing ma'am and get to work. Why do you even like drawing clocks anyway?"
"I don't answer personal qeustions."
We had 30 minutes which was the entire period. Math was easy so I wasn't scared an inch. I finished the test in 11 minutes.
"That was way too fast, did you use a caculator?"
"I'm my own caaculator."
After the time was up I went to my locker to get another pencil. "Hey, Saria!" Jack greeted. Why did he have to be here of all times? I sighed and said-
"Give me your number and we can talk later." I thought that I could try a friend for once. He gave me his number and I went to class. After school I texted him.
Sup I texted.
Oh hi!
I did all my work during study hall so get think I'll text every day
Why would I think that???
We chatted for a while, and the next thing you know its bedtime. I'll take my time with him. He has 78 hours left before his time is up.
I woke up with the voices in my head saying 70 hours left. I look at the ax that was beside me. That ax looks so real but it's just a delusion. Jack is hiding something bad, and I'll figure it out, and serve him the consequences.
Hi Saria!
Tell me a secret that no one else knows
I make friends for business reasons
I knew he was using them for something. Then at that time, my DID activated.
I'll help you, what do you use them for?
For organ donations and extreme blood samples
Okay, I gtg see ya!
My DID makes me smarter and better at manipulating. Having a personality switch isn't that bad. Her name is Mina and my eyes turn green when we switch. Thump... thump... thump! It was my window. I looked at it and saw Jack. One hour left. Why did the time go down so far? I guess it wants me to go ahead and do the job. I grabbed the ax and opened the window.
"Lets go, follow me."
I led him to my favorite place- where all the crimes happen. He looked scared, so I calmed him down. " We are going past the murder house." I said and it worked. Once we got by it I grabbed him by his neck and slammed him on the ground.
"You're pretty messed you ya know?"
"Wait what are you-!"
I started dragging him in the very back of the warehouse, where the basement is. I threw him in and locked the door. I was ready to make a donation. The time shortens to 4 minutes. Mina was in murder mode.
"You don't have much time, so I would recommend you'd try to run. Oh wait the door is locked and your body is chained to a wall oops." Mina said in a hollow voice.
"I'll stop my job okay, I just want to help the family make more money, because were poor. My dad died, so my mom is really depressed and we can't make as much as we used to. Pleas ju-!"
"Guilt tripper. I hate guilt trippers." Mina was out of patience. She was about to strike until he said...
"Don't do this to our family."
Mina stopped and started feeling guilt, but after that Saria took control again.
"You should know I'm a heartless bitch, Jack. I don't spare my enemies. So just shut up and suffer, if you do it wont hurt as much." I swung the ax about 3 times and his blood was pouring out. It was satisfying. 0 minutes. "Your time is up." I unchained the body and put it outside for the crows. I went back home and went to sleep.
People like him will get punishment as the other 3 people did. The next day a new girl came.
"Hey, Saria wanna go harrass some lame girls?"
"Sure, Mille, I'll give everyone a nice fine and dandy punishment."
Credited to Trainer Gold's persona
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