Choices: A Short Story

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Some time has gone by and I'm still sitting here, looking around and trying to figure out where I am without being too obvious.

They seem to be totally out of it, walking around the room in a daze. All of them, the three other people in this room, are drunk and oblivious, yet they have so much power over me. I am scared of them, because they can do anything they want to me. If I say no, I may not be able to say anything ever again. But, this isn't how it should be. I'm sitting here now, and thinking over this situation. It's absolutely ridiculous. I can say no, I have the power.

I get up from the cold table and walk over to all of them. They see me, but don't hold their stares. I look them straight in the face, and freeze. The words that formed in my head, disappear now, and my mind becomes blank, and useless.

They keep glancing at me, then begin laughing hysterically. "What, were you gonna say something?"

"Not anymore!", they began joking.

Suddenly, I notice a door, closed but just visible enough for me to make out the knob. I can't take this pressure anymore, they are drunk, they won't even realize that I'm trying to escape. So, I sprint over to the door, and grad hold of the knob.
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