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teenager that wasn't old enough by society’s standards to make the correct decisions. Yet, there I was, arguing through the split second decision of whether I should continue or forsake my morals and allow him write his inevitable future.
    I'd often heard that everything was black and white with bits of grey sprinkled throughout. The reality was that everything was grey because everything had thousands of actions and equally as many consequences. Every bit of our lives are a culmination of millions of occurrences of black and white smashed and mixed making everything become exactly as we know it. A dark gray world.
    I thought that if I didn't teach him a lesson, he'd continue down a path of darkness. Did I know that for sure? No, I didn't. Could I say with certainty that he'd find a future full of good? No, I didn't know that either. All I knew was that there would be good and bad consequences to both actions. Either I do what I need to do and risk everything or do nothing risking everything else. What do I choose?
    What do I choose!
    Like a soft sledgehammer made of flesh and bone, my fist slammed into his face. One after another after another. He cried and moaned, begging me to stop, but I thought about all the times he abused people and I couldn't let it happen again. I wouldn't let it happen.
    To be honest, I really should have stopped that day. The result of my tenacity was the death of another, my subsequent expulsion from school, the alienation from my family, and my eventual life of resorting to crime for survival.
    I often asked myself if I regret doing what I did, but I'm never sure how to answer it. On one hand, the crimes I committed before finding a permanent concrete home didn't exactly hurt anyone. On the other, if he'd lived, his future might've turned out far more violent than mine did. Again, I can't be certain of that, but I made the decision I made, and now I have to live with it every second for the rest of my life.

The Deranged Author
     
     
     
     
    "Do you think writers are as dangerous as the characters in the stories they write?" I asked, wondering if he would find it funny. Not long before he happened, someone asked me the same question. It was a lie when I told her that they aren’t.
    Kevin sat tied to a chair in front of me with tape across his mouth. I found it hilarious that he would be the one sitting there since he was the reason she asked me the question. The little bitch was terrified I would do something if she left me. She thought I might snap if I found out all the things she’d been doing while we were together. What she didn’t know was that I already had a screw loose, and I waited patiently for her to marry him, which finally knocked the screw out entirely.
    “Don’t you find that funny?” I asked, and smiled at him with amusement. "Don’t you find it just a little funny that she would ask that and now here you are?”
    Of course, I didn't expect an answer because I wasn’t crazy. I knew he couldn’t say anything. It’s called being psychotic; there’s a difference. One terrified me, but the other I embraced with all my heart.
    The blood from his nose left dried striations on the tape's surface, and his sweat beaded on his face from terror. Well, that and it was hot as hell in the room. I felt like I could barely breathe that thick humid air. Despite the broken air conditioner, though, I could not think of a better place than the bedroom where he fucked her good and hard all those times I worked late.
    "Do you find it funny?" I asked again, but this time I expected an answer. I wanted him to tell me that he knew the exact reason I tied him to the chair. I wanted him to prove that he knew now that it was stupid for him to have ever messed with me. Too many people make decisions without thinking about the consequences. They never take a minute to consider how their actions affect everyone around them, including themselves.
    “Well?”
    No answer.
    I raised my left hand