Countdown

Ten... Nine...

She was counting down. I knew it. She was counting down to my unavoidable doom. And there was nothing I could do about it.

At least it felt that way.

Eight...

Droplets of sweat beaded up on my forehead, and my hands went all clammy.

Seven... Six...

I swallowed noisily. I breathed in, I breathed out. Shakily.

Five... Four... Three...

What was I to do? After all, I was the one who had got myself into this mess.

Two...

I'd better get myself out of it.

One...

Zero.