Inevitable Ticking

Tick. Tick. Tick.
It’s all I can hear now. It’s been a while since I fell. I fell and broken my leg, and I can’t make it to the phone. No one is going to come looking for me, though. I have no friends or family. No job, no pets, no real connection to the outside world.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
This clock. I curse the day I bought it. I used to think its loud ticking sound was soothing. Now, the sound is driving me mad.
I can’t move.
Tick.
I can’t stand the sound. That sound, the inevitable ticking of my life as it slowly slips away
Tick.
Second.
Tick.
By second.
Tick.
A slow death, counting the seconds, hoping that I won’t live long enough to hear the next damned tick of that clock.