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The Price of Power

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People like to say that what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. That isn't always true, and even when it is, sometimes the cost of that strength just isn't worth it. At the end of the day, no matter how much pain and suffering we have to get through, we can never go back, never change our choices nor the choices of others that have been thrust upon us, never change the events that have put us in any given situation. We can never go back. We are only left with two choices; to continue forward, to fight though our pain and hardships every day until we can find the means to overcome it, or to stop fighting, to give in to our pain and just give up.

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Waking up
    Pain. It slowly encompassed me as I approached consciousness. Pain. It felt as though a shadowy claw was wrapped around my heart, slowly squeezing it, restricting my heart with every beat. Pain, and a huge void of utter despair as his last words to me echoed through my mind. They cut like daggers as the bounced around inside; a cold numbness reaching out and draining me of all feeling until there was nothing left. Nothing but pain.     I winced, tears welling up in my eyes, burning as they threatened to overflow. As I tried to reach up and wipe the tears away, I suddenly became aware of something pinning down my arm. I tried to roll over, only to find my other arm trapped as well, keeping me in place. My eyes fluttered open in confusion, immediately wincing shut at the sudden, seemingly blinding light flooding into my eyes, searing them.     Where am I?' I wondered. My head was pounding and I had to strain my eyes to see through the lights dangling above my head. This isn't my apartment, I thought as I tried to look around.      The bright, fluorescent lights continued to agitate my already pounding head as I peered around me. I could make out several metal-framed beds on either side of me, the kind with wheels that you'd see in a hospital. Each one had a big lump tucked in under thin white sheets. As I looked on, I realized they were people, each one passed out. The smell of chemicals and disinfectant burned my nostrils. I could make out several poles lined up against a far wall, the kind used to hang IV bags, and some other equipment I couldn't see well enough to really make out.     I'm am...? Is this.... Is this a hospital? I thought, trying to make sense of everything through the pounding headache, What did I do last night to wind up here?  I racked my brain, trying to piece together my memories to figure out what happened. I could remember going to work, hiding in the storage room on my lunch break to mask my tears. I remembered stopping by the grocery store on my way home, struggling with the weight of the five bags as I shuffled down the street. I remember getting about a block from my home when one of the bags ripped open, cans of food spilling out into the street. I remember my sudden breakdown as I started scooping up as the cans, the pain of my breakup washing over me like a tsunami, leaving me curled up in a ball on the sidewalk, shaking with tears. After that? Nothing.     I tried again to wipe at my tears, a silent stream now running down my face, only to be reminded of my restraints. A metallic clank rang across the room with each pull of my arm. As the sound pierced through the silent room, I panicked. I started pulling harder and harder with both my arms, the metal digging into my skin. What the hell? Am I handcuffed? What did I do to wind up...     My thoughts cut off suddenly as the person next to me began to stir. First a groan as he tried to turn over, then the same metallic sound ringing out with his every move. That's when I saw it. The glint of metal sticking out from under his bed sheet, secured to the metal frame of the gurney. I desperately looked around, searching the the sides to all the gurneys I could see. Slowly it dawned on me, we were all handcuffed to the bed.      A low groan escaped his lips, the kind that comes having having a good five too many drinks the previous night. His voice cracked as he muttered, still not fully aware, "Where... am I?"      As he tried to raise his arm, there came another clank, then another from somewhere else. Slowly at first, as more people began to stir, more clinking began to fill the room. The sounds echoed back and forth, mixing with a growing amount of confused muttering. The first shouts began piercing through the air, giving way to screams.     My heart  started pounding, the pieces clicking together to form a very horrendous picture. This isn't a hospital at all. Something was very wrong. The sound of shouts and screams picked up around me, mixing with the sharp metal of the cuffs ringing out as everyone struggled to move, to escape. I joined the throng of people, all fighting against our unyielding restraints. I kicked out, squirming from one side of the bed to the other, yanking desperately at the cuffs, but all to no avail. My panic masked the pain in my wrists as the cuffs cut deeply into them, again and again. At some point I realized that my voice had joined the chorus, wailing out in often unintelligible screams as I fought restlessly.       The deafening screams for help seemed to go on for hours unanswered, until one by one, all of the voices had evolved into nothing more than hoarse, desperate whispers and muffled tears.

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