As I wait for my next bus I try to remember when all this began, it was years ago, I think I was ten years old. We had just fired my "nanny" and I was on my own. My parents bought me an alarm clock to put on my bedside table so I could make it to school on time. HAH, that's a joke. I got later and later, with a greater and greater lack of sleep. Tired all the time and unable to wake up in time to get to school. No matter how early I set my alarm clock for I allways seem to be late.

My bus pulls up and I get in. I'll be about two mintes late for second period, since first is TA. As I stumble up the starirs and show the driver my month's bus pass I realize that my alarm clock, is in fact, the devil.

* * *

Three months later, and I'm still battling this devil, this alarm clock of mine. Every morning it taunts me with it's ever-familiar bleep-bleep-bleep-bleep. That sound is driving me mad! Ever since I made my discovery my affliction have steadily worsened. I now am unable to think of anything but the alarm clock, it torments me day and night. Even my dreams are centered around it.

The only explanation for this is it knows. It knows I know and it's torturing me to keep me from telling the other's it's secret.

I stub my toe on something hard as I pace around my room, tormented by my alarm clock. Suddenly I realize how I can rid myself of this deamon. I reach down for the obstruction of my path and pull, unpluging my alarm clock.

"See you in hell."