Broken hunger

You just grab your pillow with all your sanity left and uses it in your mouth and nose to cut any air to coming to your lungs.

An urge to breeze almost make you run and take air but the incessant noise become a clear incentive to keep going. The mere fact of having to wait 3 days more without food on the water in the perpetual noise makes even your painful agony as your lungs move desperately a blessing.

After a while, you just feel like drifting away from your body and noise is just a whisper you don't care. In fact, you don't give a shit about anything anymore. While your soul dissolves into the nothingness .
End Of Story