Click-click-click...

Click-click-click

My nightmares were absolute, present and vivid and incessant and everywhere. When I looked up from my hands, there it was; horror and dripping blood. When I meet it's eyes, it grinned, a parody of a smile twisting it's thin, ugly lips.

Click-click-click. It was the dark before dawn.

Lovingly, it snapped it's teeth in my direction as it dug claws into its own stomach, pulling out ropes of it's own intestines. It laughed as I screamed.

Click-click-click. It was the timer going off, killing the hope.

It crawled forward, the contents of its abdomen spilling into the floor like some grotesque snail trail. It's adams apple bobbed excitedly as the hellion panted in my face. My skin crawled where the rancid air touched me.

"Wake up, wake up, wake up," I mutter to myself, blunt nails digging into my own thighs. The miscreation reared above me.

"But baby," it cooed in that obscene clicking tempo, hell-bent on driving me insane. It was the rattling of your car, a moment away from catching fire. "You are awake. Your eyes are open. You flushed your pills, you paranoid freak."

Click-click-click. It was the electric that came with shock therapy.

"Oh dear, someone get the paddles. She's seizing."

Click-click-click. It was the end.