3 Choices
Today is the day. When we reach the age of eighteen we are given 3 choices, which changes the way of our life.
Today I turn eighteen. Today I have to make the biggest decision of my life. I dressed up and left for the office of choices.
When I reached there, there were two more people there. I waited in the line. Finally, it was my turn.
I went inside and filled the form with my personal details. I was led into another room. I sat down on the chair there.
"Are you ready?" A robotic voice asked.
"Yes." I said nodding my head.
"Here are your choices."
1. Become a really successful model and influencer.
2. Do a normal job and live a normal life.
3. Die right now.I was shocked to hear the choices. Die right now? What kind of choice is that? Third one is totally out of the way. The first option sounds the best. I have decided.
"I choose option 1." I said.
"Are you sure?" It asked again.
"Yes. I am sure. I choose option 1." I said again more firmly.
"Alright, you have selected to become a really successful model and influencer. You can leave now." It said and I was guided out. It wasn't as difficult as I thought it will be.
Five years later
Bitch. Attention seeker. Whore. Slut. Seeing the comments I turned off my phone. Why? Why am I getting all this hate? I am tired of this. I am tired of always being hated on.
I went to my room and grabbed a scarf. I tied it to the ceiling fan. As I did that, I thought that how my life would have been if I had chosen a normal job and life. Would I have been happy? It doesn't matter now.
Then I remembered the third choice. Maybe they knew how I would turn out. That's why they already had that option. I should have chosen that. I laughed at the irony. Those were my last thoughts as I hung myself in my apartment.
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