Separated Time.
That time

The sound of a clockwork sound instantly hit my pulse. My consciousness had just recovered, waking up from hearing a familiar thump from the wall clock. My eyes immediately responded, obscuring every inch of the empty room and coming to a halt as I stared at the dead clock seen on the patient's desk. At 08.00.

My heart read carefully how the situation I was in right now. But only confusion with a foreign place that continues to guess in my memory, like a daze that just realized from a long coma.

In a reverie trying to sift through all plausible reality, it was once again stopped with a clockwork sound that sounded startling. My chest felt instantly tight after hearing that. I can conclude out of nowhere that sound that must have been the clock I saw again in the room still motionless, still showing at 08:00.

Confused, I thought I could not describe the sound coming from where, did it come from my troubled and unnatural mind? More and more questions continue to be remembered.

What I saw was deep in my logical conclusion about the first realization that my body had woken up stuck in a building with a patient's room in an uninhabited hospital. With heavy steps and the burden of questions raging in the mind slowly forced my steps further and further away from the starting room I had just left, hoping that there would be a situation that changed explaining my confusion.

Still no one, my heart reads with annoyance. How not? Already walked to and fro and spent half the remaining energy, even though for now the entire hospital room has been visited but left no trace of the presence of people.

To my two already weakened legs and a heart that couldn't stand it anymore, a state like this could actually make me insane. Half of my remaining sense of passion I still assumed that something was wrong and there was still truth to be sought.

What's wrong? Am I wrong? My vision was wrong? This place is wrong?

My eyes were stuck catching a more terrible atmosphere, it turned out I was late to realize if this place was like it had been abandoned a long time ago. I can deduce it from the paint color of the building, the atmosphere of the hospital, everything that has been missed from view. An abandoned foreign place, may have long been abandoned by the people. My heart was more convincing and added to my fear.

Unconsciously to my two legs uncontrollably by just starting to walk quickly to run to any place, anywhere, in an erratic direction. My only hope is to find someone, that's all. I just want to see someone, anyone. The thought that immediately flashed carried me running in any direction.

Until despair began to haunt me as my greatest fear that could stop my sanity at that very moment.

My steps are getting heavier. My heart repeatedly shouted out the fact that I was unable to. There is nothing to be found, everything is in vain and nothing I will ever find again.

Instantly my body collapsed onto the floor, onto two legs that were no longer able to step. I just fell down silently holding everything back, and the tears could no longer be contained by rushing into the two cheeks. Unconsciously I kept crying unstoppable. I was not able to, always unable to be strong in all the events I experienced.

All the memories this time were randomly blending in with cries that I myself could not stop. A series of events reminiscent of the laughter of all my closest people, the faces of my brothers, Grandmother, Grandpa, Sister, and My two Parents. It appears as a memory that fills despair. All those things I can't leave behind or I can't get this far from them? Indeed, because in reality everyone can not live alone even in a short time. As I feel now, waking up alone saw nothing and instead captured an atmosphere that could be described as a creepy place in a movie. Everything fused together as a memory in every passing memory. There are many feelings that go in and blend in, such as a sense of regret that can never be repeated, because regret itself always comes last and only an additional memory to curse yourself.

Even though there is still so much I want to do, just once did something that can boast of others not like now crying and feeling hopeless, she said, weak as it is now and as before I am always weak even behind everyone I can cry and forget about it again.

Amidst the endless debate of my heart, the loud bang of the clockwork dispelled all my feelings instantly. I was just stunned and raised my head letting my sight senses catch the direction of the voice that always sounded so close.

For a second, I could not look away from my sight at this moment. What I saw changed. Maybe this is a dream?

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In the undefined spirit world with reason and logic, it cannot be described with the human sense of sight, and is very faintly heard by the auditory senses of normal people living as humans. The spirit of the dead who defected and entered as a newcomer inhabited the spirit world which made him forget that death had passed. Sometimes many are trapped when awakened all look real like normal life. However, since the very superficial alternation of time for the inside with reason cannot be explained by logic, it is the most distinguishing between the two worlds that are very contrasting.

Life expectancy, the burden of waiting in life, or the deepest regrets in life. The only reason why the dead are curious and unnatural is often defected. Likewise, one of the newcomers who targeted the subconscious and did not make him wake up again. Everyone has a different story, there are also regrets that are never desired such as wanting to continue to take shelter in a foreign place as a spirit and not continue life to reincarnate as it should be done.