Life is all about choices. As humans we absolutely depend on our right to choose how we live our lives. We are the masters of our own fate and no one has the right to take this away. Choices and rights, the things we are all obsessed with.
Death was standing in front of me. I had no doubt that this was the night I was going to die; in an empty park with freezing rain just starting to fall. My nothing-special life was going to end in a way I would never in a million years have seen coming. A nothing-special death sounded so much better right then.
"So Maggs, got any plans for tonight? Are you finally going to let me take you out on the town?" Cameron, one of the diner cooks, placed my order at the window and offered me a hopeful look.
"Guess who?" Large hands covered my eyes. My heart racing, I instinctively spun and hit my attacker square in the chest with all my strength. I was rewarded with a grunt of surprise as the person holding me flew backwards.
Tension was thick in the air. Breathing was proving to be a challenge and the urge to run and hide in the darkest corner of the house was strong. My white-knuckled hands gripped the arm-rests to try and stop me fleeing in fear.
It was the morning rush at the diner and all my body was begging me to do was to curl up and sleep for the next 24 hours. Running the night before had been fantastic but the day after always left me with a bone deep exhaustion.