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The Final Option

Trapped! Trapped and alone, he was starting to feel desperate. Fight or flight. The only other option was…

No, that was a last resort. He could hear them outside his door. He knew they were trying to decide what to do. How to get him out. But it wasn’t going to happen.

He’d spent enough time in that hell hole. No way, no way, was he going back. Never again.

Escape out the window? No, not likely. It was a thirty foot drop onto hard pavement. He looked outside.

Climb up to the roof? No, that was no escape. He knew he could reach the edge of the overhang, knew he was more than strong enough to pull himself up. But even assuming the gutters were strong enough to hold him while he climbed up, one slip would send him on that same free fall he wanted to avoid. And, even then, where would he go from there?

“Rick?” His time was up. All right, then. He had no choice. He had to take that final option. That most inhumane of choices.

“Yeah, yeah, mom. I’m coming.”

God, I hate high school…

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