The clock

Time passed so slowly that he was so closed to lose his mind. 

He stared at the clock, where the hours seemed to be freeze. He changed his position in the armchair so many times, feeling nervous and uncomfortable. He looked at the table next to him and his stomach hurt. 

That had no sense. Why had he to wait so long? He could do it now or never, and nobody would never know, right? 

Suddenly, the noisy bell of the clock frightened him. It was 12.00. Before he could understand what was happening, his hand was holding the gun that was at the table and he shot.