The Prisoner of Time

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
Everything was ripped away from him. Everything. With his hopes stripped bare, he was thrown into a prison. A prison where the only possession that remained was time.

Submitted: May 18, 2014

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Time. It was all he had now. Everything was taken away from him on that fateful night. when the fire nation attacked His home, his wife, his favorite book, and even his future. That night of horror was burned into his mind, the events haunting him as they repeat in his imagination. Again and again, like a broken record. It was a night of despair but it was a memorable night. It was the night where his predictions came true. It was the night where he discovered his reality.

He was drugged and then taken to a place he has never known. A place where he was caged in by the high walls. A place with no color, no light, and no future. The room was silent when he awoke, the only sound being the ticking of a clock. Time. That's all he had. The blank canvas walls lean over him, showing not a weakness, not a possibility of escape. There was only one thing in the room besides his iron shackles which chain him to the corner of the room--the clock. It was just a normal clock. An old, white, analog clock that you could find in nearly any classroom. But it held an importance that he couldn't possibly define. The needle of the clock glows subtly. It was the only light in the room. And it was there to constantly remind him of what he had left--time.? Maybe if he found out the secret behind the clock, he could escape. Maybe.

But why would who has lost everything wish to escape anyways? His home disappeared, his wife dead, his favorite book burnt, and his future destroyed. And so he lay there and stared into the darkness. He stared at the clock and it's glowing second needle, watching it tick by, minute by minute, hour by hour, day by day.? Hunger never seemed to be a problem for him and he had never felt the need of falling asleep. Even as the clock ticked by endlessly, he never closed his eyes to rest or felt the clawing feeling of hunger. He was breathing, he was living, but he didn't seem alive. There was nothing to feel. Nothing to live for. Nothing left to accompany him through the peril. Nothing but time.

It was torture. It was eternal. Why would he have been to taken to such a place? He had so many questions, and no one to ask. No reason to ask either, for what is done is done. He felt no need to find out. He had nothing left anyways. Nothing...but time. Even as his thoughts wandered, even as he fantasized about his old life, he would always be jolted awake by the same dream. No, the same nightmare. Three ticks of the clock. Three ticks. It was three ticks on that night before the disaster. He was sitting on the balcony with his wife. He loved his wife, you see. He loved her for 20 long, faithful years. He had her in his arms when the clock ticked three times. And then, just like every other time, he would awake to the ticking of the clock. The only sound that could be heard.

He would wake up clammy and cold, his heart pounding out of his chest. Thump. Thump. Thump. The seconds ticked by as his breathing evened. This eternal amount of time has enabled him to think. Time revealed many secrets but also uncovered the darkest truths. And that is what time has done for him. The reason for his life and the reason that all that he loved had to suffer hit him and he sunk into darkness--and that is when he lost. The moment when he lose hope would be the moment that his life, his entire being, his memories would vanish. There was nothing left of him. His wife was alive, as was everyone he once knew, but none remembered his existence. This man, now with no name, has vanished off the face of history.?


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