What should I do? Who should I choose? My lungs stop for a quick two seconds. I…… I don’t know…….. which is better. Either way I loose and either way I win. I can save many or I can save someone who is dear to me. Which is better? which is worse?
“ Think about it this way,” the man says in a low whisper. “ you can let millions of people die and be blamed by the whole country for their deaths, or you can let innocent little Timmy die and be shunned by your entire family. If you have a family after your choice.” The way he speaks, the way he whispers silently into my ear, it reminds me of the countless thrillers and horror movies I have seen.
Suddenly I was the girl off of scream huddled in the corner, staring at the phone in my hand, trying to ignore the sinister voice that spoke through the speaker. I was the girl that had been shoved into the back of some dudes car and driven half way across the state, drugged and then killed. I am the girl tied up to a chair, with an impossible question at hand, wishing she were dead.
"You have twelve minutes, or they all die." even though I am not looking directly at my kidnapper, I know he wears a smug smile.
I imagine him behind me, his smile is not gleaming white, it is yellow. His eyes are dark, black almost. Black like a deep dark hole, a hole so deep it can not be filled. I can picture him starring at me with those eyes, and his eyes swallow me. I fall and I fall. The hole is so deep I envision it taking me hours, days even to hit the bottom.856Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmdwQjuKeBF
I squirm in my seat. I have to choose. I can't let all of them die. That would be pointless.
" Why me?" the question surprises me, even though I am the one that has said it. I can tell that the question has wiped the smug expression off his face, it has made him think.
" Why you? why not you?" he says and for a painful moment I think he is going to leave me on that. " Because you are like me. We have power. Our words mean something special. We can make a change. We will make a change. People depend on our choices." his voice was loud and full of passion, he actually believed the words he was saying.
" Now, choose." his voice is now quiet. Its the kind of whisper that chills my bones and haunts my sleep. My heart races and my blood pumps. Suddenly I am on fire. I have the right to choose, I can change things.
“ I choose me,” I say and for the first time in forever I feel like I know what it is like being a leader. To make choices. To make sacrifices. I feel the power of my decision, it no longer weighs on my shoulders. I am free. “ If what you say is true we can make our own decisions, than I choose me.” I hear him walk and for the first time I get to see him.
He looks normal at first, but that’s before you see his face. His eyes are not deep, dark pits, they are not black. They are blue like the sky on a sunny day. His face is a blob of raging red scars. They arc across his face making him look like a monster. He is the monster that haunts my sleep.
“Do you see this?” he asks pointing furiously at his face. I nod quickly. “Do you think I asked for the fire to burn me. You do not choose your fate, your fate chooses you. You can not choose yourself!!!!” he yells. He is still angry with me when he leans and murmurs. 856Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhBXFI3ntwo
“ Choose……or let both die.” I can smell his fowl breath. It clogs my lungs and makes it so hard to breath. Is it really his breath or is it the weight of the decisions being shoved back on my shoulders? I close my eyes and just for a moment imagine my choice.
Who should I choose? Who should live? Who should die? No one should die, but that is not acceptable for this man. I look to the right, where Timmy sits tied up and gagged. Then I look to the left where a screen shows little people walking around. Then I look down beside the screen to where a small red button is placed.
“ I choose……..Timmy will….” This is it, will he live or will he die. I can not let thousand of people die, “ Die.” I say and cry out as he pulls the trigger of the gun he holds. I watch as Timmy slumps in that chair.
“ No!......no……no…..no…..no” this can’t be happening. Tears stream down my face. I yell out to no one in particular. Me I guess. For it was me that made that choice. Me that killed Timmy.
“Now young girl, watch. See what impact your decisions have on others,” he says and I know he is up to something. He points to the screen that shows the millions of people walking around, somewhere hidden there on that street is a bomb. A bomb he planned on detonating. A bomb that would have saved Timmy. He picks up a remote and presses two buttons.
The scene changes. It is now a little room, it holds a little couch a television that faces the camera. The windows and doors are barred off, it is less like a room, and more like a cellar. In it is my Mom, my Dad, Grandma and Grandpa.
“Mom, Dad…..” the man just shushes me.
“Watch.”He says. I watch as mom and dad look around the room for an escape. I watch as grandpa holds grandma who is weeping silently. I watch as the TV magically turns on, soon everyone is huddled around it. I see Teddy being shot. It replays, and replays and replays. Mom cries, she falls to the ground.
“ No…. not my little Timmy.” Dad drops he tries to hide the tears but one slips out. He holds onto mom, knowing that they have just lost their son. The screen on which I watch these events goes blank. Then switches back to the bomb area. I notice the little old building and the other little buildings huddled around it. I wonder how many citizens in each, how many actually would have died.
“ Why? Why show me this?” I ask. I wish I could wipe my tears away, but they just keep on coming.
“ Because for one to be able to make hard decisions, they must know the outcome. I know the outcome of this…..” he says and pushed the little red button.
Three…… I know what is about to happen.
Two…….. I know that I could have chosen the bomb and he still would have shot Timmy.
One……… everything around me goes up in flames. Before death hits me I know. I know that the little old building that everyone was walking around, that was our location. The bomb was so close to us.
Heat finds me, it crawls up the side of my face. It burns, oh how it burns. I scream and fall down on my side.
Why me…..why me……why me?......... The question runs through my brain over and over again. I do not want to die. I will not die.856Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrePBug3JQl
And I don’t die. I open my eyes moments later. I am sitting in the chair tied up. The man still stands in front of me.
“ Which one will you choose your time is almost up.” His voice is tired and raspy. How long had I been envisioning the future of my choices? “You have one minute,”
“I choose………”
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