Tick Tock

The ticking of the clock sped to match the racing of my pulse. I could hear the pounding of my heart beat as I sat reading the last thing I would ever. I could no longer take the torture that is living. Living, breathing, existing, it all just seems wrong. After what I've done, my lapse in sanity caused me to ruin the one thing in my life that was good and pure. I can't take this anymore! I can't take this guilt. I can hear his heartbeat. This is driving me insane. I've got to get out of here. There has to be somewhere, anywhere, that can help me get rid of this noise. The ticking won't stop! I can still feel his pulse fading slowly between my hands. I can hear his hands hitting in the hardwood floor as he thrashed like a fish out of water. I want this all to stop! Just one step and this will all be done. My final step. My final breath. In and-