Padded, a short story by DakotaMagic

She typed....and typed...never stopped typing. She rocked back and forth in her room. It was padded. White. Pristine. There was nothing except a white bed and white desk. Her parents seldom visited since placing her there by her own choice. Kovazation, they called the illness. Nobody was sure what it was. It struck suddenly, and viciously. She didn't even play the the games on the site unless at least 7 of her imaginary friends were there to make sure she didn't get under 4th. She loved it though, being mean to her closest 'friends' on the site on the blogs page. Tapping the plus button on blogs to fuel imaginary fires. It was all she did. She woke up in her white pristine padded room and logged into her account to make people fight. None of it was real. There wasn't even a computer in her padded room, in her padded world. "MaxOra, It's time for dinner" The orderly said as he came in and gave her her nurtional slop. She ate it as she always did, and prepared herself for another padded night, in her same old padded room.