Cold and sweet. That is how the soda tastes as its last drops trickle down my dry throat. I savor them, my tongue suppressing as the sugary drops of copper liquid graze it. And as my head repeatedly flashes back and forth between the television and the computer monitor, I don't even notice that I"m getting nothing done. ...not that I notice, I'm thoroughly focused, on one old man who's- wait, no, again, I'm getting sidetracked. Now the contestant on American Idol is screeching at the top of his worthless fucking lungs, and I want to shred them.

But no, really, my mind is focused on one thing. Her image, moving quickly through my mind as she tiptoes carelessly across the grassy field in my mind. Her delicate feet bring her away, towards the sun, and she smiles. And I frown. Because she is wandering away from me against my control, pulled into the blackhole vortex sucking away my paradise. Before my third eye, my endless green rots to brown, and I stare the blackhole right in its crystal orb, gathering all my courage to tell it "No!".

But the word no does no justice. It does not understand words, only actions. Like me, it is focused on one thing. Thoroughly focused...on one thing. I must...procure that...one thing.

And my inspiration to do so musingly comes to me in the form of a friend. She is reaching out to me, gently. No, sorry, forcefully. She is pushing me aside, holding me to the wall and screaming at me. Beating into my mind the fact that she is drifting into the void, into his void, away from my world. Away. And I am denying it but inside i know it is true. I must reach out, and take her back. Lock my thumb and forefinger around her wrist and pull her towards me, wrap my arms around her waist and whisper all of those sweet forevers in her ear.

Those sweet forevers. Those sweet forevers which is disgusting chapped lips pop so freely. Ha! Who does he think he is? Does he think...he can compete with me? No. He doesn't know her, not like I do. This void, this dark black void disguised in the form of friendship and equivilancy pushing its way into my paradise to get to her. No, I shan't let him progress furthur. I'm going to cut him off, cut him off now.

I'm going to...cut him off. I'm going to grasp his thin golden threads, take up my scissors and break them. Watch the twin metal blades clench together and snap. I will watch the golden dust explode and then fade, and the sound of change falling when I finally isolate him.

Change dropping...pennies crash down from the sky. Here I am, working on my worthless forgettable piece, still unable to stop myself from quoting that wonderful song. Slide. A song about rape, how fitting. Rape? Rape, where? Child rape. Pedophilia. Why is it so deeply connected? Is it in the way he's raping our false friendship, milking it for all its worth to him, tugging at my deepest sympathetic cords in order to reach his own ulterior goal!? Ha! I've fucking HAD IT! You stupid black hole, you endless void, I have already warned you! Leave on your own or I will make you!

And yet he doesn't. So selfish, sinistry personafied. Ugh, i long to vomit as the gruesome sight of his repulsive dirty long fingernails tap at the marble. What I wouldn't give to chop them off one by one with a rusty knife.

I will kill him. Fucking kill him. Destroy him.

Salvation.