2018 1123 narrative
2018 1123 narrative
The Crossroads
The wind howled through the empty streets as I stood at the corner, my heart pounding against
my ribs. The city lights flickered in the distance, but in this part of town, darkness reigned. I
checked my phone—no messages. No one knew where I was.
I clenched my fists. This was it. The moment I had dreaded for weeks.
"Are you in or not?"
The voice came from behind me—gruff, impatient. I turned to see Ray, his hoodie pulled low
over his face. Behind him stood two other boys, their expressions unreadable. I had known
them for years, but tonight, they felt like strangers.
I swallowed hard. "I don't know, Ray. This... this feels wrong."
Ray stepped closer, lowering his voice. "No one's getting hurt, Liam. It's just one night, one job.
We take the money and leave. Simple."
Simple. The word echoed in my mind. Nothing about this was simple.
I looked at the convenience store across the street, its neon sign buzzing weakly. I imagined the
cashier inside—a tired man just trying to make it through his shift. He had no idea that, in a few
minutes, his night could take a terrifying turn.
"You're thinking too much," Ray muttered. "We need you, man. You're the only one who knows
how to get past the security cameras."
I bit my lip. That was true. Years of tinkering with electronics had made me the perfect person
for the job. But was this really how I wanted to use my skills?
I could still walk away. Say no. Go home and pretend this never happened. But I knew the cost
of that decision. Ray and his gang weren’t the forgiving type. If I backed out now, I'd be labeled
a coward. A traitor.
"Liam." Ray’s voice was sharp now. "Decide. Are you with us or not?"
I took a deep breath, my mind racing. If I said yes, I'd be crossing a line I could never uncross. If I
said no, I'd be making enemies out of people I had once called friends.
Then, like a flash of lightning, another thought struck me.
What if there was a third option?
I exhaled slowly. "Alright," I said, forcing my voice to stay steady. "I'm in."
Ray smirked. "Knew you'd come around. Let's go."
As they turned toward the store, I took one last glance at my phone. My fingers moved quickly,
sending a single message before slipping it back into my pocket.
911. Robbery. Main Street.
My hands shook, but I felt lighter. I had made my choice. The right one.
The sirens began wailing in the distance. Ray’s smirk vanished. He turned to me, realization
dawning in his eyes.
"You—"
I didn’t wait for what came next.
I ran.
Away from them. Away from my past. And toward a future I could live with.