Drip

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Drip.

I fidgeted. The annoying sound only adding fuel to my fire that is anxiety. The paranoia consuming my every thought, movement... word.

Footsteps.

My heart jolts, altering to match the rapid tempo of the unmistakable sound of leather against concrete.

Is it time? I ask in fear. Are they here to take me?

For a crime that I know not, the consequences are dire. My pleading, expressively, was not adequate. The truth in my eyes, ignored. My oath, disregarded.

The clank of a key inserted into its one match: the lock.

The lock to my cell. The answer to my questions.

The end to my beginning.

The command was deep, and rich with authority.

Yet my ears heard not.

The sound of my last words would forever ring in my skull. Perished or breathing; forever.

Sat on a block that was a symbol of pain. A leather crown upon my head.

And a charge through my veins. And my eyes would now close, never to be opened again.

And still, in the distance, though my eyes were closed and my heart had stopped, the anxious sound continued on, not fazed by the absence of a host.

Drip. Drip. Drip.Drip.