Melody Magazine

James Hubert Blake High School

Time

    
    “In the world, there are 1.8 deaths each second, 108 deaths each minute, 6,455 each hour, 154,918 each day, 4,712,095 each month, and 56,545,138 each year.” I sit in my bath tub reciting this lyric of paranoia to sound of a deathly wall clock while clutching my legs to my chest as hard as my skinny pale arms will let me. I don’t often venture out of my house into this turbulent world but when I do it’s only for me to scamper out onto my driveway and grab the newspaper. I walk back into my house and stop by the kitchen for my daily ration of food then I continue to make my way back up into my bathroom so I can start reading my newspaper. I need to keep an eye on the government for they are always watching me and this my way of having some sort of connection with them without them knowing. “In the world, there are 1.8 deaths each second, 108 deaths each minute, 6,455 each hour, 154,918 each day, 4,712,095 each month, and 56,545,138 each year.” This has become somewhat of a prayer for me to use right before I read the newspaper. I begin reading, quickly absorbing all the information in the time I have allotted myself. “Damn government” My thoughts rung out as I continued reading the newspaper. “They probably were the reason for half of these deaths. I mustn’t leave my house otherwise I’ll become one of these numbers on their paper.”  I completed reading the obstacle of the newspaper front to back in 5 minutes so I must have escaped death 540 times. Content with what I have reading I placed the newspaper right outside of the shower I slowly begin to bathe myself as efficiently as possible. “72 deaths I whispered, it took 72 deaths for me to wash my back. Tomorrow my legs will be washed and I’ll go from there.” Grabbing the nearest towel I started to dry myself off then I start searching for my change of clothing in my bathroom. Nothing, nothing was there so I was forced to go through the very mentally taxing journey of finding a new pair of clothing in my bedroom. Slowly I began to build up the courage to leave my safe haven/ bathroom. I calculate the amount of time it will take to find a suitable outfit and how many times I will have to avoid death. “I have to get in and out in 2 mins. 15 seconds to get your underwear. 45 seconds to find a shirt. 30 seconds to brush your hair and 30 seconds to put on your socks on.”  I constantly coached myself and coaxed myself into doing it. I sprinted out of the bathtub only to slip on my newspaper and break my bones. Damn government.

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