Choices (Narry) **EDITING**

Choices (Narry) **EDITING**

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Have you ever wondered what your future is like; if you can control it or not? Well, you can...but not in the way that you might think. This one choice can transform your whole life in a matter of seconds. In just a few minutes, Niall will walk into that metal office. The room will be empty with the exception of the metal table in the middle. There won't even be a chair for him to sit on. The table will have three things on it - three pills - on the center of it. One will be red, one will be blue, the last one green. These three pills will hold the different options for his future, and he will have to pick one. It is rumored that the red pill makes you find your one true love; you will be together forever, like a fairy tale. The green pill supposedly gives you good fortune, while the blue makes you lose everything. Meanwhile as the door locks behind Harry and he stares at the table in front of him, his anxiety rises. There is only one pill on the table. It's blue. **My plot line; not my characters.**
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"H-Harry please!" I cried, my hands placed protectively in front of my face. His eyes darkened, and he grabbed my wrists, pinning them against the wall. His breath rolled over my face, the faint scent of alcohol rolling up my nose. "Shut up." He growled. His short nails dug into my arm and I winced in pain. He released me, and grabbed a handful of my hair instead. I shrieked in pain as he threw me to the ground. Tears pricked my eyes and I squeezed my eyes shut. "Get up." He said. I opened my eyes, and scrambled to my feet quickly. He grabbed the front of my shirt to pull me closer, leaning down to my level. His eyes burned straight through mine. Chills went down my spine and I bit my bottom lip out of fear. "How many times do I have to tell you? You. Are. Mine." -------------------------- In a complex narrative, where Harry wrestles with the voices of schizophrenia, the story unfolds with uncertainty. The question lingers: Will Harry succumb to the relentless voices, potentially breaking down Louis, or will Louis summon the strength to confront the darkness that threatens him and stand resolute in his own defense? The outcome rests upon the delicate interplay of their intertwined fates, a story of mental struggles and strength yet to fully reveal itself.

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