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Week 34: A story to write

Prompt: A story about a writer that has to make a hard decision for one of their character.

A/N: If you were wondering what the writer was thinking in the story of week 22 where the character of the story was stuck in the same spot for months, well here it is!

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This is the third time that I vaccumed my whole house today. I always find it funny how I can't stand doing all my chores, but when I feel like I can't write, I just can't stop cleaning. I stare at my computer for the millionth time today and I finally build up the courage to sit in front of it. No more procrastination, I have to finish this story! I've been stuck at this point in my story for months now, not knowing what to do with my character. I love them so much. This is the character that I completely built on my own. I got lots of help from my friends for the story line and the other characters but now I have to do this on my own. I always thought my character would be the hero of the story. The one that would save them all, but after everything that happened, I am not so sure anymore... I shake my head in disbelief, of course my character is the hero, that's the reason why they are the main character, right?

I wrote so many different out come now. Good one. Bad one. Ridiculous one. I don't know what to do anymore. And for some reason I think like my character feels the same. Like they want to stay in that small hotel room forever and never face anything else ever. In a way I understand them. The traumas that I made them go through are unbelievable. Their friends betrayed them so many time. They didn't believe them when the time came and now here they are. All alone in this hotel room.

I always thought it would be easy to write about the hero. They are always so inspiring and perfect and always have the right answers... But they can only do what the writer can think of. And now it's been months and they didn't do anything about that last betrayal. The worst one yet. At first I thought one of their friend would stand up for them, but it didn't feel right. Nobody was there where it happened and their trust was already fragile, on the breaking point. And after this misunderstanding, it shattered like glass.

I stand up and make myself a cup of coffee, maybe it will help me to think. Maybe while I'm in the kitchen I could wash the dishes. Or the stove. I didn't wash it in a while... or like ever. I shake my head again. I have to write, like I said: no more procrastination! I grab my cup of coffee and head back to my desk, more determined than ever to start writing! But now that I'm sitting here in front of the white screen with that small little line flashing... I'm not so confident anymore.

I feel like I am scared. Scared of what I am about to do to them. How can I even think about making them become the villain. They were always so sweet and helpful and happy. But now as I look back at what they went through... It looks like a BBEG backstory. I put my head in my hands, trying to not lose my mind completely over this stupid story that I love so much when I hear a small tap on the window. I turn to see who did this and I am in shock when I see my character sitting in this hotel that I created only for them. I can't believe that they are here so I start saying how sorry I am for everything that I made them do but I see them pointing their ear and shaking their head. they can't hear me. So I say the word 'sorry' really slowly, hoping that when I created them I gave them the ability to read lips. I can't remember if I did...

I can see how hurt they are. The traumas really changed them not only mentally but physically too. And then I can hear them in my head. A small whisper, a prayer to me''Please let me be get my revenge. I know I am suppose to be good. That's what I always did, but look where it brought me? Please, please, please! I want them to pay! I know I have to make them pay so I can make this World better!''

I look at them one last time, seeing them made me realise everything that we've been through. All the stuggles and hard work. Those 'friends' are about to pay for everything they did to them. They want them to be the bad guy, well here we go! I start to write and write, I am unstopable now. The clacking of my keyboard only giving more inspiration as I write. I remember this knife that they carried with them since the beginning. this very knife they used to seal their alliance to each other. They have to get rid of it. Yes this is going to be a really good symbol of closure! I keep writing how they give their reflection one last look and then how they stab the mirror, their old self, right in the heart. The mirror shatter around them, like the trust they had in their friends. How they rise from the chair without being careful for the shard of glass around them. They are done being careful. Things are about to go down and they will bring everyone that stand in their way!

Oh this is such a great feeling to finally write again. Goodbye writer's block and fear! Here I am again!

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A/n At the last minute again. I forgot that I had to write a story and that it was already saturday! But here it is. A small one, but it's still there!