Some lines should never be crossed. There is always a divide between right and wrong. Once you step over, there is no undoing the choice you have made, the leap you have taken. Over on the other side lies only regret, the deep remorse that reverberates through your body, shadowing your core. The same darkness engulfs me now, as I lay limp like a rag doll in the boot of a carelessly crashed car.
Every time, I push my father's words out of my head. Every time, I ignore them and hide in the safe darkness at the back corner of my mind.
This time, I listen.
"Think before you leap."
The words hang in my mind the same way the musty smell of the car boot latches onto my senses.
Think before you leap.
I take a deep breath.
Think before you leap.
My eyes snap open.
