Watching the clock tick.

My timer was set exactly to 300 seconds. I looked at the clock and thought "300 seconds left..time is short". As I looked down from my fourth floor apartment, fear came rushing into my veins. I was terrorized by the height I was in. 290 seconds left and I gather all the necessary items needed for my departure: A paper, a pen, a knife and I was left with 250 seconds. I watched as the clock ticked slowly towards the future. Every second is a second after the past. I inhaled and exhaled slowly. My eyes grew tired, and I began to yawn. My heartbeat became faster and faster as I counted the seconds passed. 100 seconds left and I'm still here, waiting for the right moment. What do they mean by "Time is valuable" or " Don't waste your time". I have never actually got the meaning of it.

I picked up a book as I looked at the clock: 90 seconds left. "Get a hold of yourself" was the first sentence I read. I began to question myself and started feeling uncertain about what I am about to do. 1 minute left and I began to keep the letter that I wrote to my mom inside a nice colored envelope saying " To my lovely mom". Tears began to role down my cheeks as I checked the time: 40 seconds left. I waited and waited until the time is right, until my gut kicks in saying " Yes! now is the time! go for it". But nothing seems to be happening. 30 seconds left as I lie back on my bed with the sound of my heart pounding loudly in my head. 15 seconds left and there was when my guy kicked in. I hurried and walked towards the window and took the first step on the base of the window.

My mom came barging into the room as she tried to grasp for air. She pleaded me to come back down but I refused. 10 seconds left and I am feeling in doubt of my actions. "8, 7, 6..." and as I was getting ready to jump, my mom burst into tears. "5..4..."and I leaped out of the window and fall to my death while counting "3...2....". In spite of all that, I never knew there was a tree outside the window. As I counted to "1", my body fell hard against the tree and broke my fall. Now I understand the term "Time is precious" because every second counts.