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Chemical Sedation
Someone was speaking. She could hear the sound. She knew that sound from another time. It's
familiarity irritated her. She put her hands to her ears to stop the assault. But her hands betrayed her.
They did not protect her. She screamed in rage. Rage at her traitor body. Her body that would not
shelter her against the onslaught of sensations. She had given in to it's demands since time
unremembered. Hunger and thirst had been quenched. Chill had been warmed. She had drawn
breath. She had caressed away aching longings in dark and lonely moments. I want nothing she
screamed at her selfish being. I have always done what was asked of me. I have always given you what
you need. Give me what i need now. You owe me that much. She could not say how long she vented
her rage. Time did not exist in her insanity. She knew she was going insane. She felt her body call her
to rally against it. But she would not, if only to spite it for it's unrelenting demands. She screamed, until
screaming turned to wailing and wailing to sleep. She had not even noticed that the sound that had
brought on her anguish had ceased long before.
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