Decision {a.d.}

chapter 0

Prologue

•2013, present•
July 13th

"Being fearless means having the courage to face challenges and obstacles without being hindered by fear. It's a quality that can lead to success and happiness in various areas of life.

Fear often holds people back from reaching their full potential. It can prevent individuals from taking risks or pursuing opportunities that may lead to personal or professional growth. Being fearless allows one to step out of their comfort zone and explore new possibilities.

Fear can cause stress and anxiety, which can have a negative impact on one's mental and physical health. Being fearless reduces stress levels and promotes a more positive outlook on life.

Being fearless can lead to greater self-confidence and self-esteem. When one faces and overcomes their fears, they feel a sense of accomplishment and pride. This positive self-image can improve relationships, increase job performance, and contribute to overall happiness..."

I was never fearless. Even with him when he said he'd always protect me, I never felt that quite of thing. I was more afraid with him than without. I was genuinely scared to death but I couldn't escape. I needed to do something. Maybe something horrible for most people but I couldn't stop myself.
I think in that moment I wasn't scared of him.
I was scared of myself.

I fucking shot him.
He fell to his knees, hands on his stomach. The gun from my hand fell onto the floor. I stared at him in shock of what I did.

"What the fuck!" He shouted at me with every energy he had in him. A lot of blood spilled out of his stomach. I felt sick. "Care!" He looked at me, begging. He leaned on his side and started to throw up blood.

"I-I-I'm sorry!" I put my hands over my mouth as I started crying hysterically. "I had to make my decision" Gathering all my strength I started running out of the woods, leaving him behind.

I was scared of myself. Not of him. It was new, reassuring. I never wanted to be scared of him and now it's finally gone. I felt happy in a really weird way. I knew I lost him but at least I wasn't afraid of him, and that's what really mattered to me. I didn't want to actually lose him because I loved him. He was a monster but I loved him. I don't know how it happened and when but it did and it hit me.

I was running for my life. I had no idea if I killed him or not so I kept running. I couldn't breathe clearly. I felt a really big lump in my throat. As I was running I looked behind for a moment to see if he was following me, but he wasn't. I looked back ahead and the last thing I saw was a man standing in front of me with a chunk of wood, then in the next moment everything went dark...