It hurts sometimes. To look at your life and see you have no other choice. The thing is, we all have to make choices, and there is no avoiding that. But how are we to know that our choice is the good choice? We cannot try on our choices before we buy them. And worse, there seems to be a consequence for everything. . Quite often good things have hurtful consequences. I remember how one of my teachers told me, after catching me misbehave that "while I was free to choose my actions, I was not free to choose the consequence of my actions. It's silly really, we just have to close our eyes and hope we are lucky enough to be spared the consequence.
She dreaded the moment that would come. It was inevitable. She had always supposed that leaving the way she did, would come back to bite her in the ass. So maybe this is it, maybe this is her consequence. Not the death she was sure to endure if she didn't return, but the act of returning in itself. It hurt to think of what was to come. In fact it hurt to think at all. What would she say? No. She was more frightened of what they would say.
It would have been simple to just turn back. But living was never simple. Yes. She wanted to live. That was it. It was her human desire to live that led her back despite all else.
Hello, this is my first fic in awhile. Note this chapter is very short only because it is more of a prologue. I promise future chapters will have MUCH more sustenance to them. Anyway I hope you are intrigued enough to keep reading. I am to have the first proper chapter up tomorrow.
