"Please honey..." she begged. Her fragile figure was hunching on the floor, messy hair covering her face. I stood tall before her while she was crying and pleading. "Please sweetie... sugar..." she chuckled sadly and looked straight into my eyes with her reddened eyes. I was in the verge of bursting into tears myself. All those sweet words were tearing me apart.
The room was dark because she couldn't cope with the sunlight anymore. No creature could ever understand how much I desired to open the curtains. To make her world a beautiful place to live in again. But the only thing that made her happy or even mattered to her was the substance that I was tightly holding in my hand.
The glass jar was glowing in the dark and she was reaching for it. "There is another way." I refused to call her by her name. "You don't need it. I won't let you have it."
"It's not fair... It's not FAIR!" She yelled and started clinging on my pants by my thighs.
"Darling. There's more to this world than... this." The word that once had been the most beautiful thing had become my nightmare and my greatest agony.
"We could share some. We could be happy together" she moaned huskily. "We could fly, you know... Be free. Isn't that what we want, sugar?"
I couldn't be sure if she referred to me or the substance with the latter word. But it made me sad anyway. I looked away and felt a tear running down my cheek.
"Sugar... sugar... SUGAR! GIVE IT TO ME!" She yelled. She suddenly got up from the floor and barged at me, making me fall painfully on the floor. I lost my grip on the glass jar and it fell on the floor right next to me. A shard of glass cut my cheek. My tears made it sting. Now the substance was all over the floor and my body.
She let out a victorious howl that raised my hair up. She sat on my lap and aggressively started licking the substance off my shoulder. I told myself not to cry. But it didn't help.
She was laughing in her own, sweet manner. What broke my heart was that it wasn't me that made her happy. She didn't even seem to care when I curled myself around her body and embraced her. "It doesn't need to be this way, my love" I whispered desperately. But she didn't listen. The only thing that mattered to her was the white powder. She was a slave of artificial happiness. A victim of this world.
She had become mesmerized by the substance and now it seemed that she was completely oblivious of her surroundings. My whole body was trembling as I cried. Desperately, I kissed her neck, vainly hoping for a response.
Her name was Sugar.