*Addictions to anything can be bad to your health.*
The night was setting into the sky like a blanket of stars. Not even the crickets were out on this desolate night.
The only sound that could be heard was the soft click of a girl's finger on her phone. It was 11:46 pm. She had been on her phone for so many hours, but she couldn't bring herself to stop.
Her eyes ached as did her head. It was consuming her. The more she was on her phone, the more she was awake.
She scrolled through her likes, followers, and contacts on an different apps; hoping someone would like her, accept he's just want her.
She should have known the universe has no such luck destined for her though. Each hate comment she saw made her realize they were right. 'Pig'...'ugly'...'worthless'.........'nothing'...
But she couldn't stop. She let a single tear flow off the side of her cold cheek. Then another. She let them flow until she was fully crying. Tears like the ocean on her cheeks of sand.
Her addiction was consuming her, the tears turning from tears of sadness to tears of pain.
She was so hated, so disliked but why? Her pain and sadness kept her from putting her phone down, but the more she looked at the phone the worse her pain and sadness got.
It was like an endless cycle of agony. She looked back at the phone with glossy, bloodshot eyes.
She saw her likes; and in the numbers column she could almost see the number changing the second it did. She had 1 like. The woman stared at it.
Had it been a mistake? She clicked the like button to show who had given her a like. It was someone who had just signed up recently. The woman frowned as she saw their number of likes was 0.
She raised her finger to the like button and clicked it seamlessly. She lay back down on her bed to got comfortable, and for the first time since she got her phone, she turned it off.
"Maybe we can be lonely together." She whispers to herself as she drifts into sleep.