Can one die from Boredom?

"Ah, and don’t forget insanity," Keera added, not looking up from her hands
as she sat there at the bar, a flask of dusty water sitting there before her.
She blinked, the whites of her eyes more gray than anything. She could smell
the alcohol the men beside her were drinking and could taste it on her tongue
when she opened her mouth, yawning, completely exhausted. Keera had ne-
ver actually allowed herself to drink any form of alcohol, and had quite a bit of
trouble keeping herself from ordering herself a drink at that moment. Things
were getting so hard for her lately; she couldn't sleep longer than two hours a
night, all the conversations she had lately were based on lies, and the last of
her sanity was dying off.

Keera lifted her head slowly until she was staring at the ceiling, and then bro-
ught it down swiftly, smashing her head into the bar's rough wooden surface.
She brought her head up again... Smash! and again...Smash! until she
couldn't bear the pain in her forehead. She put her hand to her head when she
felt a small bead of hot, sticky blood run down from the roots of her hair, and
wiped it away, holding in a scream of aggravation. Tick, Tick, bloody freakin' Tick!
her thoughts screamed, though she could have said it aloud for all she knew.

"I'm so tired, and so angry..." she whispered to herself, her hands shaking
and her lips quivering as she brought her plain flask of water to her lips and
sipped from it. She bit down on the rim of it to keep herself quite, her tongue al-
most taking on a life of her own. "G-get out...please," it said for her, speaking
aloud a thought that shouldn't have been heard.

“No, no, no,” Keera hissed, jerking away from the man, her eyes wide. She felt the
injury on her head slowly heal, the small amount of blood that had fallen from it still
caked on her fingers. She lifted her hand to her forehead and pressed her palm flat
to the skin, there wasn’t a scratch. Keera glanced at the man who had helped her
and frowned; she didn’t trust him, nobody did anything without a proper motive. “Wh-
at do you want?” she asked with a smirk, she had to admit, he was a pretty good
actor; she had believed him for a small moment. She ran all ten of her fingers through
her hair and breathed in, her eyes burning when she closed her eyes momentarily.
“Cant tell ya that,” she replied with a quiet, bitter laugh.

Keera glared at the two for a few moments, her expression unreadable. She pulled her
hands out of her hair and examined her fingers, which had long, thin strands of her dark
brown hair tangled around them. She dusted her hands off on her jeans, her eyes on the
two men as she did so.

“Idiots…” she couldn’t keep herself from laughing, her face softening a bit, but her distrust
towards them still clear. She rested her hands on her knees and sighed heavily; even the
mere mention of alcohol tempted her. Why was she holding herself back so? She knew
the answer, but when her common sense told her to get up and walk as far away from the
bar as possible, she only smirked and said, “Alright, I’ll have one firewhiskey- on this man
over here since he was the one who suggested I have a drink.” Keera watched as the
bartender went on, getting her the drink she had asked for, and tried her best to swat her
thoughts away. “Tell me your names and I’ll tell you mine,” she offered, still refusing to let
her guard down for a single second.