I think about the choices at hand and the reason no others were coming to mind but reach no conclusion;

  Anytime I contempte it, I bnk out; nothing goes through my head, nothing except those two choices.

  But as time passes, my heartbeat increases in speed and sound; I find breathing to be nearly impossible and crouch down, hoping I'd feel better, and then from out of nowhere I hear a sound.

  "The clock is ticking; choose or you will lose the pleasure."

  The sound was coarse, yet it felt loving; it reminded me of how I felt hearing my father's voice when I was in trouble.

  I muster all my strength and ask.

  "Huh, who are you? Where are you?"

  But I hear no reply; only silence greeted my questions.

  Then suddenly I heard it again, but it was fainter, as if my questions could not be answered.

  "The clock is ticking; choose or you will lose the pleasure. This is a final warning."

  "What is the meaning of this? Who and where are you?"

  "Five"

  "Don't py games with me. If you saw what happened earlier, I need your help."

  "Four"

  'Am I hearing voices again? No, this can't be. I got over that long ago.'

  "Three"

  'Wait, is it counting down?'

  "Two"

  'Damn, I need to do something now, but what? I can barely breathe, and I feel like I'm dying.'

  "One"

  'fine fine I'll run, I'll run, okay?

  I start running, fearing that something terrible would happen when it reaches zero.

  'But where do I run to? Do I [GO TO CALEB]? Maybe she can help me figure this out, but no, maybe I should [GO TO THE POLICE] and let them handle this.'