Sneak Peek of the new DreamerLake Project Continued
- DreamerLake
- Nov 26, 2017
- 2 min read
...“Choose!” The voice rang out like a gunshot, echoing through my chest. From my position, lying flat on my backside staring up at the clouds, it seemed to originate from an omnipresent source.
“You’ve not given me much of a choice,” I retorted.
It was true that I wasn’t in the best of positions, but I’d decided at some point in the fatuity of my youth that if I were to find myself in such a situation I would not back down. Somehow, in my mind, that translated into me being a smart ass to whomever held my fate in their hands at that particular moment.
“You’re asking me to die…or to die. Pardon me if I fail to see the option!”
Thunder clapped vibrating the air. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, gripping at the mud that had formed near my sides as the water washed over me. For a moment, I lost myself pondering all the decisions I’d made that had led me to this point. I followed the trails, winding through my past, almost landing on a single name when the voice boomed again.
“Choose!”
I felt a laugh build in my abdomen and escape my lips before the lightning struck. It was no secret that I had developed quite the distaste for the majority of humanity, but somehow, I felt that the choice I was being asked to make was beyond my realm of consideration. Who was I to decide who lives or dies? I could recall no discussion in regard to birth right where I’d been provided with the sole authority to determine the fate of any member of humanity. Still, the voice roared again, “You will choose!”
For a moment, I considered whether making no decision at all was actually an option. My mother would have me believe that if I remained complacent and neutral in the face of adversity, that was truly a choice in its own regard. I wondered if that logic would apply here. “Not choosing is not an option,” a different voice this time bellowed from above.
“You’ve been provided with the possibilities. This is a decision you must make.”
“Then I choose me,” I replied, my voice unsteady with worry. “If someone must die, I choose me.”
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