Your only CHOICE

Fine...

((Mc POV))

Everything is like it has been for the past few weeks. Cold, lonely, stuck with my own mind. I've been thinking a lot actually, curled up in the corner of the room.
What if I say ok to him? What if I agree with working with him? Than I can get out of here, right? I'll be able to be around others, and be comfortable... He did say he was going to take care of me right? If I was his assistant?

All these questions flow through my mind every minute of every day, even when I fall asleep my mind comes up with how it will be like if I said yes.

I stay curled up when I hear the creek of the door opening. I know who it is, it's the white haired boy, the one who took me here and the one who will take me away.

"You're not sleeping are you?" He whispers, carefully walking torwards me. I shake my head no slowly, still looking down.

He walks to me and kneels down next to me, rubbing my back tenderly like he cares. I don't move away, I don't move at all, too tired...

"Are you ok? You look like you're half dead." He said, chuckling a small bit like it was forced. I still don't say anything, staying quiet.

What would it be like if I said yes to him? Would I stay here is I say no? How do I get out of here? Yes, or no?

"I can see that your thinking. Are you thinking about the question I asked you?" I nod yes softly. Did I answer that right? Should I have stayed quiet? I feel as if every thing I say changes my ending.

"Well, you can tell me what your thinking. If you want." He said, pulling his hand away from me and just sitting next to me. I shake my head no. I don't want to tell him anything that I'm thinking, but their is a question I need to ask.

"W-Will you kill me if I say no?" I say quietly, not looking up. Long moments pass before answers which seems like forever.

"Yes, if you don't agree to work with me, I will have to kill you. Sadly" he said it straight to the point, not disguising it prevent me from flipping out, which I appreciate. I stay calm and nod, death doesn't seem so bad now that I'm in this situation. I feel like this is a road, a singular road floating in the sky. I can continue forward where I'm forced to work for my kidnaper, or step off the side of the road to avoid it all.

I come back to reality and the unknown man is pacing back and forth in the room. I look up slowly, squinting torwards the light, my face red and puffy from constantly crying. His mint green eyes look at me and he grins a bit,

"Have you decided yet?" He asked me.

"Why are you still here...?"

"Well I need an assistant, and I need one now, I've been pretty busy lately. So I need an answer from you, will you stay? Or will you go?" He stops pacing and pulls out a gun from behind his jacket. My eyes widen in fear as he loads it, puts the safety off, then points it at me.
"What's your answer?"
I stay frozen, my mind racing a thousand miles per hour.

Yes. No?

Should I?

How do I answer?

He stands their motionless and expressionless, the pistol in his hand. I keep looking up at him, scared that if I look away I will be shot before I answer. I take deep breaths, trying to calm down so I can make a reasonable answer.

Breath in
Breath out

Breath in
Breath out

What do I do?!

"Come on. What's the answer! I just told you that I'm busy! I don't have time just standing here!" He said loudly but calmly. I flinch a bit, then after a moment, I nod slowly.

"yeah...." I mumble. "Yeah I'll do it" I said louder, my voice hitching from sudden tears. I look back down at the ground, the tears slipping off my cheek on to my lap.
He puts the gun away and kneels down I front of me and wiping my tears away with his sleeve.

"Come on, let's go" he stands back up and holds a hand out to me, I take it and pull myself up. I keep looking down, he holds me up by putting his arm around my shoulder. He walks to the door and I walk with him, walking out of the door into a hallway, walking up the stairs into a place that looks like a church.