The Wrong Choice ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- She made her way home slowly, deliberately forcing herself to take every step. She had to, or else she would never make it - she knew that. She was a coward. This time she couldn’t be, though, this time she had to face her problems head-on or else she would never fix anything in her messed-up life. It would be hard, it would be painful, it would be horrible - but she had to do it. It almost felt like fate was shoving her along this path, and straying from it would be…wrong, in some way. Deeply and terrifyingly wrong. She was a coward, though. She realized, with a sick feeling in her gut, that she could not go home. She turned off her path. All of a sudden, it was like…reality slipped away from her. Like she was a ghost now - not real, not physical, but an…idea. A concept that wasn’t supposed to exist. She did exist, though - in an unreal way. To herself, at least. So she went to the park. Everything was absolutely silent. There was no one in sight, not even any animals. There was no wind blowing, and no sound of cars in the distance. It felt like she was in a video game world, where everything was static and only made to walk around in. An indescribable hollowness began to eat at her. She had done something wrong - she’d made the wrong choice - and now she had no purpose. Reality itself had stopped caring about her, simply leaving her to wander in the nothingness of her new, still planet. She got to the park, and slowly walked over to the bench. She sat down, staring at the absolutely still grass. It wasn’t even growing - it wasn’t obvious, or even visible, but she could tell. What could she do now? Nothing she did mattered. The universe - existence itself - had given up on her. She could explore, she supposed. See all the places she’d always want to see. But what happened after she saw everything there ever was to see? If she had forever, how long would it be until there was nothing left that was new because nothing was changing? She wondered if she could die, or if she would only live as an imprint of something greater for the rest of eternity, long after she had gone insane? None of it really meant anything, though, did it? Not to anyone but herself. She screamed, and no one heard. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------
:) Song is WORST END THEME from HIVESWAP Friendsim by James Roach
