• I remember. Who could forget that sound? The sound of hopeless desperation. It's a quiet sound. Once a person gets to that point, there's no point in making too much noise. They just sit their quietly, waiting. I would know. I made that sound once. And before that, it was my everyday job to force others to make it too. The worse part? I loved it. I did everything I could to get that empty look into their eyes. The nothingness thrilled me, made me feel like my life had a meaning.