Arthicern

Sh**, sh**, sh**, sh**! How did this happen? Why is this happening? Why?! My eyes jump to the clock ticking meticulously on the clock, with its insistent tick-toking… “Somewhere you need to be?” the officer sitting across from me asks. As far away from here as possible. I sigh tapping my fingers on the desk as I lie and tell him, “No.” Don’t even have to look at his face to know he doesn’t believe me… “We know you have something to do with these murders.” The cop begins as a panic begins to take over and I look everywhere but in his eyes knowing what my reflexive action would be. &

I throw the red ball against the white wall, right between the two tinted windows. It bounced off the wall, hit the slightly tanned floor and flew back into my hand. I have no idea how long I’ve been doing this, sitting here in my white clothes in this hospital clean room. Years? Days? Hours? Mere minutes? It felt like minutes. But I can’t be sure after all a minute to me could be an hour to you and a year to the world in which everyone is trapped like rats. “How long have you been doing that?” The man in the corner asks. I’d been aware of the man for some time his white coat blending into the room, but his black