They were at it again, they were always at it. It seems to never to cease. She felt the soft whispers against her ear. She tried to fight it, and tried to understand what was said to her on those nights. But all she achieved was being stirred awake, with the full knowledge that what was said to her was already eating away at her brain like some retched disease. She pressed her temples as if that action would somehow help her remember the words. It came not to her; she had no memory of what was said to her. As usual she was left in a state of chills. She had to resume the day like others, but she knew what the soft whispers were meant to do. Meant to tempt and tease her like some mouse trapped by a fat barn yard tabby cat. She felt her blood pulsing thinner and thinner. Time was going by so slowly without it. She needed it so bad that each heart beat thudded out a voice of bastardly greed. The truly terrible thing about it was that what she needed was so close, so easy to get, but caused unaccountable harm to everything she was. She poured herself into it many times before, so many that naught much of her exists. A co-worker interrupted her tipping scale of insanity, with a boring question “How’s it going”. Like the worker actually cared for such information. She played her part and her skin stretch as she smiled. It was a smile empty as the Grand Canyon. The fake ‘I really care’ co-worker took the smile as genuine. She would have laughed if she knew how. Silly indeed that they no longer know the difference between a real smile and a fake. In a world of technology emotions no longer have space. Emotions were like an annoying fly; they were only troublesome and served no real purpose. She had only room for need and desire. Right now she could hear it, a soft but constant steady flow of words “I want” “I need” “I want” “I need”. She would scream at herself from the inside “Shut up, I need nothing!” They were pathetic lies, she knew it. She rather lie than accept the truth, the truth that …………..