Whispers At Midnight

William pov

I woke up with a very harsh headache. My head was spinning and everything around was blurry.I took my head in my hands and groaned. It was a usual thing for me now. Every night drinking alcohol and waking up with this headache. It's obvious that I'm not living a healthy life at all. But does it matters? No! It doesn't matter. It's not like I want to live anyway. I'm not afraid of anything because I'm not afraid of dieing. I have no weakness. I wake up daily, do my work and sleep with help of alcohol. I'm living like a stone with no feelings. Anger is only feeling left in me now. I'm alive but dead inside. I Don't want to live this life but something inside me is stopping me from ending my life.
It's guilt? A promise that I made to someone or waiting. Waiting for what? I don't know. But I'm just waiting.

At first I used to feel some emotions like sadness, helplessness,desperation and desire of that warmth and comfort which I lost long ago. Then I tried to lesson my pain with help of alcohol.

First alcohol was escape then it became need then addition. Now I don't drink because I feel sad it's just my addiction and to sleep without having those dreams. It's like water, Without it I can not survive now. I don't know where I'm going, what is going to happen. I don't even care now.
I went downstairs for breakfast. I don't have any preference in food. I eat whatever there is because it's just to fill my stomach to keep myself moving. But I hate when someone tries to talk or disturb me, not even a single sound. As usual I finished my breakfast and I don't even remember what I ate or how it was. I went to office. I was sitting on my seat doing my work on laptop when someone knocked on my door.
I gave permission and one of my important man came inside looking nervous and scared. His expressions were enough to tell me that they failed the assigned work and this was boiling my blood.

"SPEAKKK!"
I said in a loud voice making him flinch
" S-sir .......sh-she ran away"
He spoke shuttering and that was it. I closed my eyes with frustration but before I could do anything he spoke again.

"B-But we caught her partner who came there to save her. She hit my head from behind and that's why I couldn't hold my grip on the girl and she ran. But I was quick to caught her partner when she tried to ran too."

He spoke in one breath wasting no time. Listening to this I was a bit calm.

"But she is not speaking anything."the man continued.

"Then fuckin make her speak, Do anything and make that bitch speak."I said with gritting teeth.

The man nodded and left the room.
I leaned back to my chair staring blankly at the ceiling of my office. I don't know but I was having some feelings. Feeling that something is going to happen soon. Maybe world is going to end and if that's the case then it's good.

After office I went my mansion. I can't call it home because I lost my home long ago and it's just some walls where I'm living now.Entering my room I fell on the bed and a tired sigh escaped my mouth.
The room was clean but it was not going to be like this after some time.
I tiredly went towards my side table getting some alcohol from it's drawer. I was drinking directly from the bottle soon I drank a lot and after a lot of effort in drinking I was finally drunk. The room was now messed up with broken bottles of alcohol and my things here and there. Soon I drifted to sleep. It was a daily routine. Nothing new. I always keeps myself busy with work or you can say burden myself under a lot of work that there is no place for anything else in my life. Sometimes I goes to clubs or hotels to fullfil my basic needs. But I never bought any girl to my mansion nor I ever kissed those girls ever.

Days were passing as always. And then one morning my man came to me complaining that, that spy girl is not uttering a single word and seems like she will die soon. I didn't care if anyone dies but I needed to know how much she knows about us and where is her partner and also who sent her. I was so ager to know but that girl was testing my patience now. But she doesn't know what mistake she made by not telling my men because with my torture, even a dead will scream.