Tales

The One That Dreaded

  Upon reaching the abrupt end of the dark dusty hallway reeking of unimaginable odor, I found my mind at a crossroads. In front of me were two doors: A green door and a red door.
  I stared mindlessly, my mind drifting off to the past as if it were trying to avoid the haunting question. I slapped my head, forcing it to focus on the barely-lit doors in front of me, I could barely see them; The entire place was almost starved of light. My mind is drifting off again...
  Green door, red door.
  The left side of my brain dreaded the doors, it dreaded the conclusion of this dilemma. While the right side was sparkling with curiosity, it wanted to know how this narrative will continue.
  As I struggle to invent new reasons to hold back, I put my two hands on both handles. I surely couldn't open them both at the same time.
  It wouldn't let me.
  My hands slipped off, I used my pants to wipe off nonexistent grime, I had to make a choice. But the more I thought and the more I motioned towards one of the doors and quickly hesitated back, the part of my brain that dreaded kept on growing bigger and bigger. Until the part that had once wanted an adventure slowly died out.
  I couldn't do this.
  I turned around, but my feet gave way and I fell on the granite floor.
  A green door and a red door right behind me.
  All rational thoughts left me, I now had four choices and a haunting thought in my head, this wasn't possible. I was either doomed to die of thirst here (My mouth is pretty dry...) or suffer the consequences, whether they are positive or negative.
  I cannot let myself stand here, this is a game of chance, or maybe I am being fooled and this is just an illusion of choice. Either way, whatever is doing this has maybe made up its mind already. There's no reason to wait anymore.
  I close my eyes and thrust myself against the walls like a ball until I hit a door, I press hard on the handle and fall into a room, I hear the door slam shut behind me and I reluctantly open my eyes.
  
   Dear God.
   ...

   ...
 
   It hurts to swallow and my mouth is incredibly dry. Thinking of it will just make it hurt more.