Nicole Sobon

I had an unfortunate habit of allowing my anger to blind me. An extremely unfortunate habit. Glate knew that, and he knew how to stop me from doing something stupid. He was my sense of reality in a world thrown off balance. But he wasn__ here now.

For one last time, I said my goodbyes to the place I__ known as home for the last decade, and for the first time, I welcomed the unknown.

But do you think our futures are already determined for us?___hy are you asking all of this? What__ going on?__ let out a small laugh. __emember when we were in the hallway?_ He nodded. __ell, Thirteen tried telling me that I couldn__ escape my fate and that there was no point in fighting the inevitable.___o you think it is inevitable?_ he asked.__e?_ I scoffed. __o. Nothing is ever guaranteed. One minor adjustment can alter everything. Nothing is ever set in stone. As of right now, we__e all on one path: we__e all stuck inside of this hell that we__e trying to escape, and it may seem like the outcome has already been determined for us, but it hasn__. The smallest of things could change everything. A death. Deception. Anything could force us to follow another path, and you know what? We determine that path, not fate.___hat path do you see yourself on?_ Colton hopped up onto the computer desk, tucking his hands underneath his thighs.__ see us starting new lives outside of this place, far from McVeigh and his men,_ I answered honestly. __ut I know not all of us will make it out of here. There is still more pain to come our way, but there is also happiness if we allow for it.

My past is trying to catch up to me and I must continue run from it. It's the only way I can live.

I really need to remember to block my thoughts.""Oh, come on," he pulled me closer towards him. "Why are you so scared?""Because the second that I let this conversation happen, I'll be letting my walls down. No matter what answer you give me, you'll have some sort of power over me, and I don't want that." I pushed past him, plopping down on the bed, not bothering to remove my boots.I could feel the mattress sink beside me. Ian ran his fingers through my hair. "Come here," he spoke softly. "Please." I pushed myself into a sitting position, and moved closer to him, leaning my head on Ian's shoulder. "I like this, a lot. It feels nice." Ian lifted my chin so that I was forced to look directly at him, and then he leaned in to kiss me.

You know,_ I fold my arms over my chest. __ou__e quite annoying, but I guess your company is better than no company._ Keegan presses his arm against the wall beside my head and smiles. His curly black hair stands out against his pale skin. The slightest bit of sunlight finds its way inside the patio, reflecting upon his icy green eyes. His light pink lips turn up in a smile. With his mouth closed, he is actually quite attractive.

Sometimes the hardest part isn't letting go but rather learning to start over.

There is no way of stopping death, not here. You can prolong it. But at some point, it is bound to catch up to you.