Should we go or should we stay? I was all gung ho a few hours ago. Second thoughts, explanations for 'why?' and 'why not?' rush through my head. I say things I'm not aware of, I say 'It's your decision. Whatever you choose to do, I'll be there for you.' She stops the car and jumps out. 'Heads we go, tails we stay.' A small, round, silver coin will decide the conclusion to so many choices for us. To go against the grain, against the rules, against sanity. To leave or stay. To leave everything we've ever known behind and discover something new, almost frightening. To break free of familiar protection and spread our wings, left to fend for ourselves against wind, rain, sleet...the world.

Should we go? Should we stay? If we stay, we'll never know what's out there for us, our capabilities without someone always looking over our shoulders. The lies will go on and truth will be withheld until it bursts into recognition. Why not now? Before it gets deeper. Tails we stay. Heads...we're going. Such freedom, happiness, sharing it all with the only friend I could ever imagine breaking free with, the only one I could ever imagine spending fourteen hours in a cramped car with. It's dark. It's clouded. The pain, anger, despair, shock in my mother's voice. It doesn't effect me. I'm inhuman, cold, angry. The happiness returns. It's clouded and dark, but it's better than feeling trapped, chained, imprisoned. Right? Is this right? What is right? What isn't wrong?