Cruel Clocks

I hate them

They will never me alone

All they do is tick and tock and ruin my life

They took everything, everything that I cared about and I have nothing.

Nothing but the sheet of metal that I am ready to rust.

Now I try to think of the good old days with him

My creator

He was the one that brought me into this mad world

The one that tought me everything that I know

The one that I cared the most about

And I was his robot, his greatest success

He treated me like his daughter, the one he will never have

And he was my father, my only one

With him everything made sence

But that when the men in the in red with tiny clocks came and distroyed everything

He was able to hide my from them in a closet

He shut the door and tried to reason with the clocked men

I couldn't see what was going on but I heard lots of yelling and things being dropped on the ground.

Then there was a loud thud and they left

I opened the closet door to find all of my creators inventions shatters on the ground and him dripping in blood along side them.

From that moment I lost all feelings other than sadness and anger.

And I spent my years trying to locate the man who killed my creator and make them feel my misery

I did everything on my own

I had no one to help me

And left all of the other humans alone to deal with their own problems

For the longest time I hated clocks and when the made the noise for every hour I remember my creator.

Who knew that clocks could be this cruel.