Choices: A Short Story

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They get closer and my breathes get heavier. Once they are right next to me they grasp my arm and shove me towards a door. The door is at the end of the hallway and looks as though it's never been touched before. I hear them murmur something as they shove the door open, revealing a flight of stairs. The lights are broken, so when I start to walk down the steps with them, it is very difficult to see. I have no mind of my own anymore. Their thoughts become mine and whatever they say goes. I have no say, I never did.

Once we get to the bottom of the stairs, they open a door that lets light into the stairwell. Again they begin pushing me out the door and murmuring to themselves as we walk across an open field. What seems like hours go by and we are still walking down the same field. My legs hurt, but I say nothing, because my throat feels like it is closing in, and my mouth is dry.

Finally, I begin to see lights coming from cars as we walk up to the side of a semi-busy road. I look around and see no crosswalk, or life. The people in the cars seem to see us, but continue driving by.
I stand there, wondering where I am and how I am going to get home from here. But then they answer my question.

"Go.", he states.

"What?", I do not understand his command until he points to the car speeding down the road.

He shoves me toward the road and gives me an awakening stare. The car is getting closer and he starts walking toward me. I don't understand. I can't possibly be living this reality. This isn't real. Like a normal person, I will say no, I will run away and never come back. But, my legs being to move and my body thrusts toward in front of the car. I turn and I see them standing there, staring blankly back at me. The impact throws my body, my thoughts, my life.
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