Twelve o'clock
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A precaution: she always likes the wind.

Twelve o'clock

by alexin30

"Tic, Toc. Tic, Toc," the clock across my room muttered. There were five minutes before Twelve o'clock but my energy was not draining.

The wind was awfully cold as it hit my bare arms.

It felt as if ice were kissing my skin as it gusted through my open apartment window.

A series of 'thud' banged in my chest that my own ears heard it loud enough.

Every fear, I dropped off my body, letting them fly with the wind.

Below me, various lights were twinkling and flashing every minute.

Below me, there was still a busy city.

Beyond the skyscrapers, the school I attend to stood with pride.

I sighed in defeat.

I knew I'm leaving soon enough.

"Tic, Toc. Tic, Toc," the clock across my room muttered. There were four minutes before Twelve o'clock but my energy was not draining.

I wanted to sleep.

This may be the last time I would look at my favorite city like this. Memories shall be lingering around.

Well, I think so.

*buzz*

My phone vibrated in my left pocket, so I picked it up.

I almost dropped my phone.

I gasped in horror as I looked at the group message.

"Tic, Toc. Tic, Toc," the clock across my room muttered. There were three minutes before Twelve o'clock but my energy was not draining.

My teeth grinded each other. My jaws were set.

But I knew they would share something like this.

They've done this more than enough.

A girl that looked terribly familiar was sitting at the chair, tied up, unconscious...

...and naked.

My stomach dropped. The photo was taken from the recent party.

I saw everything.

I almost gagged at the sight of the screen.

Her hair was dangling in her sides, showing the world that she was helpless.

There was a patch black tape covering her mouth.

But that is all that she was wearing.

I knew they would do something like this.

"Tic, Toc. Tic, Toc," the clock across my room muttered. There were two minutes before Twelve o'clock but my energy was not draining.

"#SlutShaming ppl! Hahahaha. Good for you," the sender said.

I pursed my lips in guilt and frustration.

And sadness.

I was pitying the girl.

But I couldn't do anything about it.

"Tic, Toc. Tic, Toc," the clock across my room muttered. There was one minute before Twelve o'clock but my energy was not draining.

I looked outside my window again.

The city never failed to be admired by my eyes as the dark horizon and the neon lights filling up the city.

I was lucky, I thought.

I knew that up here in my apartment, it was silent.

Even so, the wind still felt cold as ice.

Yet it caressed my face like it was the most wonderful thing in the world.

As if it was inviting me to glide with it.

I held the frame of my apartment.

My smile was reaching my ears as firm gusts of wind blew endlessly at me.

"I will be free," I whispered breathlessly and tiredly.

"Tic, Toc. Tic, Toc," the clock across my room muttered once more.

It's Twelve o'clock; midnight came.

But my energy still wasn't draining.

It's time.

Tic . . .

Toc.

I jumped.

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