Boredom can be quite despairful

There are many forms of torture, as it mixes with hope and despair. Been torture as they shred fragments of your body, drowning, strangling, been set in fire, get stab and cut and get sew up and close your wounds and repeat the process. There is also more than physical pain, it could be witnessing or experiencing something traumatic like been forced to rape or kill. But there also the ones that just happen and you are not forced, like being rejected by your true love after being in love for 30 years, or be forced to work in something you are depressed in working at but you have to or you would go homeless. Cannot help your friends because you will make a bigger problem but they will make the greatest mistake of their lives or butting in and cause them to commit the greatest mistake of their lives. Depending on the person and situation, torture can be thought in so many ways like for some people living is torture. Hope for other people as they fall in despair, can be torture when they get only tease with hope. Interacting with people and solitude are two opposite extremes, but some people will say one is hell and the other is paradise, depending on who you talk to. There is a candidate flying in the rain as to what torture is.

I say flying but levitating at a very semi slow speed in a broom? Yes she has the stereotypical hat with a one piece dress and a jacket, all in red. She has one beautiful figure, the kind to make men into lunatics and howl at the moon. Her broom is quite unorthodox, it might be a staff or a broom. She has medium sized red hair up to her shoulders. Red as the dawn of the day. Her eyes are so green that you might think someone mix beautiful herbs, and use it as paste for some very skilled artist to color them. But for some reason right now those eyes are not a shiny enlightening green, but captivating cold, a bit hollow yet mysterious green. Her depressed look ruins a bit of her beauty like there is no hope in the world, they should just let it burn like her fiery red hair.

-“I am bored”, she replied, with a very depressed, unmotivational yet demanding voice. At the same time it sounded contradictory like she was begging like someone was forcing her, like someone was doing something incredibly horrible to her, like she was experiencing a form of torture.

She really could not stand being bored. She needed to read three series, watch two TV series, have some work to do plus see someone struggle in life to have some entertainment. She once stalked a drug warlord in his negotiation with his clients every single time. She sometimes changed the speeches of some presidents while they went away for a very short time like going to the restroom. She once for a whole month made her sister believe her sense of taste was dysfunctional by switching the flavors of sweet to sour, salty to spicy, and even went as far as to make her sister think whether the meat she ate tasted like fruits and vice versa. She sometimes intervened, sometimes was the supporter, the antagonist, and sometimes just the observer. Her most recent intervention was with an assassin that believed he would die unhappy without ever knowing if there was a point to living. So she orchestrated that his next target would be a girl he would fall in love with. She wanted a story where the protagonist would fight against his organization in order to find the meaning of living with happiness, happy with his heroine. Of course she knew that the cold hard facts is that he was totally going to fail. But the entertaining part for her was, what if he actually pulls it off? She would have a field day! It ended in a great twist. The killer and the heroine are reunited after he accomplished his mission, and now both basked in each other, there is a passionate kiss.

-The heroine says “I love you so much…yet I can’t stop loving you and hating you at the same time”. The killer is shocked and so is our mischievous witch, as they notice later, that the killer was stabbed! It was a very clean stab just like he thought her, to defend herself.

-While shocked he replies, “Why?”

-She says, “Because no matter how many times I wanted to forgive you, I could not stop the desire to avenge my father”.

He does not remember but it must be true. One of the many things he thought life was just meaningless, is because he heard the guilt of being a murderer and always remembering your victims, yet he felt no remorse, he never remembered.

-He replies, “Well then congratulations, but even so I won’t stop loving you”

As he says this our heroine breaks down in tears, as she hugs the corpse of her beloved and worst enemy, and does a very Juliet thing to do and follows after her Romeo.

And so our witch flies in the rain, with the motivation of keep flying going away until she falls into the ground, and just murmurs.

- “I am bored, I am bored, I am bored, I am bored, I am bored, I am bored, I am bored, I am bored, I am bored, I am bored, I am bored, I am bored”, she keeps going almost endlessly.

The scenario with the assassin was a month ago, it was incredibly thrilling for her, especially because she did not saw that one coming, she did not think that the murderer of her father was the killer in her new entertainment project. That was awesome she thought, that was a great twist yet very generic, both mainstream and un-mainstream elements united for a great finale. But that was over a month ago. And so she felt true torture, she felt endlessly bored. She had been physically and mentally tortured, she has suffer and struggle yet for her was not such a big deal, real torture was what she was experiencing now, boredom.

-She screams, “If there is a God, please give me death or let this hell of sadistic boredom end!” She replied while she lay on the floor in the rain with hope that she will eventually stop by an incredible story.