It sat there staring me down just waiting for me to give in. I couldn't no matter how much I wanted to. It was against all I had striven and worked for. There had to be more than this one decision that was tearing me in half. This couldn't possibly be this difficult, could it? Yet here I was struggling once more. I was determined not to let this beat me. I will conquer this. There is no stopping me. I have worked too hard not to earn this.
I turned away. This is the only way I could survive. I leave refusing to let its subtle taunting affect me. I go into the other room, but I can hear it calling after me. I shut the door hoping to stop it's siren song. Distractions. I need something to distract me. I turn on the TV and set the volume up so I can't hear the deadly song from the other room. That seems to help until the commercial comes on. No, not that. I can't take it. Maybe if I go for a walk, leave the scene, get away. I grab my purse, but I'm instantly confronted with it.
"You know you can't resist me," it says.
"I can," I cry. "I will. You won't get me." I turn away determined to leave it's brutal taunt.
It laughs, a wicked chuckle that sends chills down my back. "You'll never escape me."
"I will," I shouted.
I storm out of the room slamming the door then suddenly realize I left my keys and my purse inside the apartment. I whirl around and grab the door knob hoping against hope that I forgot to lock it, but it doesn't turn. Ugh. I pull out my phone to call a lock smith.
An hour later and two times around the block I reenter the apartment and fork out fifty bucks. I collapse onto the couch with a sigh.
"Welcome back," it says snidely.
I look over with disgust and get to my feet. "I am totally disgusted with you," I call over my shoulder.
I head into the bedroom and change into my pajamas. This had to stop. I can't afford this. I pull my hair into a pony tail and push up my sleeves. Determined I march into the other room and confront it.
"I am done with this," I say determined. I reach over.
"You can't get rid of me," it says.
"Yes I can."
I grab it off the counter pull off the wrapper and pop the chocolate into my mouth. Well I lasted longer this year. Two whole hours longer.