I sit waiting and listening to everything going on around me. I hear the laughter and the different voices of people as they come near me. I sit there wishing that I could speak to them and share my feelings with them. As I wait for someone to hold me, I think to myself as soon as someone takes a hold of me a part of my life will be taken away from me with every sip she will take. It makes me want to shed a tear thinking that that is all she will want from me is to take away sip by sip and never give back.Though I am but a can of soda, I still think and feel like a human. Suddenly she comes near me and I want to reach out for her and have her hold me in her hand, but as her hand draws nearer to me I know what she wants, I know that as soon as that cold greasy hand picks me up that she will take that first sip and keep sipping and sipping away until there is nothing left. I want to get away but I know I can’t. Her hand comes closer to me and I feel that dirty hand grab me and pick me up and I start to feel my body tipping. She then lets go off me and sets me down. I feel safe for now, but what is to come is imminent. I hear her footsteps coming and I sense that she wants to pick me up again and this time I won’t be so lucky. I listen to her heavy breathing and I know that wicked hand is coming to get me. I want her hand to hold me, but I don’t want it to take away from me like so many hands before. The fingers are closing in around me and I feel that sweaty palm, I feel myself tipping once again and I know this is it. The carbonated goodness starts to spill out from me, I feel at once lighter and I know she isn’t going to stop until I am gone. The last drops of my life are being finished and there is nothing I can do to prevent it.