I stepped through the door, yanking my keys out of the lock. So much for having a good day at work. I turn around, going to lock the door as the lights dim and brighten in instants. "No, come on, not you too! I've already dealt with so much!" My eyes darted around the room, looking around to find it. "You've already taken so much from me! I have nothing left! You should have nothing left to want! Anything I conjure is snatched by your slimy hands! What did I do to deserve this?!" I kept moving around the room, petrified. I couldn't keep this charade up for much longer. "You take all the creativity from me! You leave no ideas for me, it's always something to distract from something else, jump from project to project! When is it my turn to put love and care and passion into something? Anything!" I kept my hands behind my back, metaphorically tying them behind me. "What do you want? You've tortured me for days on end with nothing for an answer! You've stayed silent forever! What's there to want from someone who can't bring themselves to take any steps towards something new? What do you want?! What do you WANT?!"