"No, please... stop, plea-please stop! No... no... noooo!" He jolted up from his bed, breathing heavily and gasping for air, his hands around his neck as though he was being choked. His eyes widened as he scanned the room, but all he could hear was the thudding of his heart and the taste of sweat dripping from his forehead.
He turned to the clock on his drawer: 2:55 a.m. "Argh," he rubbed his eyes and got out of bed, heading to his bathroom. Each step made him feel suffocated. He reached the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. Upon glancing at his reflection, he began to laugh. His eyes had the ugliest eye bags and dark circles, his once perfect long blonde hair now balding. His laughter soon turned into whimpers and cries as he realized ,
"To—Today's the seventh day," he chuckled " I... I do—I don't want to die." His eyes twitched along with his fingers, and his laugh turned to sobs as he started to pull his own hair out.
He stopped and reached for the cabinet, taking out his sleeping pills. He opened the bottle and took two into his palm. But before he could swallow them, his eyes widened as he heard that familiar sound, the sound that put him in his state, a sound nobody would ever expect to inflict so much fear.
He looked at the wall clock: 3:00 a.m. A tear dropped from his eye as he laughed like a maniac. "What do you want from me huh!? Why won't you just leave me alone!?"
"Please leave me alone, leave me alone," he cried, his voice barely above a whisper. But the sound of the ice cream truck grew louder.
Then BOOM, the lights went out. Unable to see, he fumbled in the drawer until he found a pair of scissors. He ran out of the bathroom, trying to get back to his room, but it was too late. It was already there, patiently waiting for him.
They exchanged looks as he trembled in fear, his hands shaking with the scissors pointed at it.
"Ple—Please... I beg you, leave me alone. I don't know what you want from me, please, haven't you done enough?" he pleaded. But before he could utter another word, his body started to twitch and his bones cracked as his body parts began to contort. He gasped for air. His eyes lifted and turned black as he rose into the air,he looked like his soul left his body.
His body continued to crack and twist, blood oozing from his mouth and eyes. He tried to scream, but his voice was muffled by the agony.
His body reached as high as the ceiling chandelier. Then it stopped in mid-air for about a minute.
The ice cream truck song played, haunting and taunting him. Without warning, his body dropped full force to the ground. The sound of broken bones and blood splatter accompanied the ice cream song as he lay in a pool of his own blood. His eyes returned to normal, it's shadow reflecting in his eyes, with a smile he took his last breath.