Decision, Decision

The mission was clear. They had said. Go, find the intel that you need and put a stop to this disaster. No pressure, God will not be angry. We fear him but he is with only compassion of a true heart.

I dipped my toes - sparkling white shoes - toward the elevators that lead there. I knew I should have changed. The filth only grew deeper into the darker depths. The lights continued to lower. I tried to look up slightly but all I could see was the black abyss. I kept wondering, why did I not turn back. I had always been so squeaky clean, but my white dress was easily starting to turn black with mold and unconceivable smells...I kept looking up. Finally, before I hit the bottom, I slipped into tears staring up into the wild abyss. Begging, pleading - this isn't the end!

I can walk back up - I can change and I can clean these stains that I've bumped and inadvertently turning into.

Please, I beg....I do not want to be this way, I will change. I can. I want to and I will whole-heartedly devote it.

I feel a warmth slightly...I feel arms curl around me - stop.

My legs are covered in a black mass - pulling me down.

I shiver and cling to the arms.

No, I can change.

"Let go of which one you wish to keep." A solemn voice speaks above me.

"Let go and be who you are meant to be." An impatient voice provokes me.

I let go.