The red button illuminates the tiny walls. It's my choice now, him or me. I can see him through the small window, his voice echoes around me. He is begging me to press the button, to spare him. I remember the small lonely blond girl I cared so much for, the way she had asked the one question that could change my mind, "When is my brother coming home?"
"Its time to chose, him or you, you have five seconds." I look up at the window, the boy is on his knees. "I'm not doing this for you." I press the button and the floor gives way beneath my feet.
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Little stories
Short StoryA bunch of short stories I have written, as well as the start of stories I likely won't finish. If you would like me to continue a story feel free to ave a comment. I have moved these stories from a different account
