The ClockTower

The evening settles in, as the arrows strike six-thirty on the clocktower. The unlengthly and fast setting red orange glaze, falls beneath the line of black. I walk down south tartan avenue, smoking the last of my ciggarette; before flicking it into the empty rundown street. Damn city officals back-street rundowns, fill up with its infestions fast, broken bottles and shattered needles. Garffied walls as usual, and the rusted beat up 1987 Volkswagon family velichle. All four tires flat, home to the rats and alley cats. Sometimes a homeless person, makes shelter out of it, during the stormy nights. The back window shattered, pieces of shattered cracked glass dangle all over in various spots. Night starts to draw near, as the glitch of dark and light mix together. Making the street lamps flicker. My eyes dry wet, the tints of redness under them highly noticeable that I was crying; not too shortly ago. I pulled out my headphones connected to my ipod, and attach them to my ears. As I caress my ipod in my hand. Spinning my thumb in a circle over its touch sensitive dial, turning the marker onto one of my favourite songs. Paying the price of love by the bee gees. Gave a smirk at the beginning sound of its beat, and drifted off thinking to myself. I thought about the girl I loved so much, as sweet barry's voice rang highly through my ears, as I turned the volume to full.1

Thinking still on the girl i loved so much, thinking of how she hurt me as if I only used her and wasted her love. Which I never had the thought of wanting to do such; crossed my mind. 2

I turned off south tartan avenue, onto broadway drive. Leading towards the clocktower, reading over and over in my mind; her last words to me. Thomas, you just know too much about me, more than I know about myself. Your always so protective, and never giving me no time to myself. And plus you overdo your showing how much you love me, I mean slow down thomas, I aint looking to be married, I just want to have fun. So I think its better if we just go separate ways, thomas. 3

I step into a small puddle in a gully within the sidewalk, as the street lights glitter down broadway drive. My boots alil stained wet, but paid no attention to it. I snarled at myself in doubtful anger, and clamp my teeth together hard. The buzzing sound of the music ringing over both its chorus put together coming towards the end, rings high. As I grind my teeth jagged and rough over each other. As I set foot onto the corner, across the street; "The ClockTower'. Its arrows showing seven fifthteen, on its glassy black and white panel. I walk over to the street, that clocktower shares infront of it, and pull out another ciggarette and light it. I stand quietly and stare into the slient darkness. Taking a puff of my ciggarette, I notice down the sidewalk. Laughing and giggling, in lowful speech; conversing loveful talk. I spot the face of haunting sorrow, the sands that drift away that I try to stop from drifting away. Love, passion, and romance. The face of my love, caressed in the arms of another man. I bow my head down, in hope she doesnt point me out, and lucky she doesnt. She walks along side him smiling and saying I love you, to him. As I dropped my ciggarette.4

I felt a tear run down my cheek, at the same time I felt the rain falling down heavy and cold. I pulled from my pocket a small revolver. And I shout her name, Jamie!. She turns around as so does the guy she's with, and jaw drop at my sight. As we stand 20 feet apart in the pouring rain; as I raise the revolver to my chest pulling back the hammer. I curl my finger around the trigger and continue to speak my last sentence to her.5

"Im paying the price of love, for you jamie, But im sorry I wasnt as damn charming as that man is, Goodbye my cheating love". The sparks of orange and the splattering sound of my blood blowing through my heart onto the sidewalk rings loud through the hard rain, as I fall to my knees onto my face. As I fall to darkness quick in the mist of screaming."I promised you, Tonight I will end the pain you suffered; me. And I did so infront of, The ClockTower, Where I first met you."6