"You can't do this," He said, grabbing hold of her arm.

"What else can I do?" she replied. She tried getting away from his grip but the guy was damn strong.

He relaxed his hold on her, sat down on the couch, looked at her and said, "You can just go through with this. After that, everything's going to be fine."

"No, it won't be fine," She answered, looking at the floor, trying to avoid his pleading eyes. "I'm fucked either way. I'm not going and that's it."

He shook his head. "Have you even thought about what will happen if you do this? What about the others? You're just going to throw their hard work away?"

Oh great, he's using the think-of-the-others card. She rolled her eyes and looked back at him, "They'll live." She turned away again and started heading for the door. "And besides, I'd be too much of a bitch to enjoy something I didn't work for- Yes, I haven't done anything for this whole crapfest. You can pick up your jaw from the floor now."

"Don't you think you're going too far? I mean you can make it up to them."

"I'm tired of making it up to those who've saved me. I'm thinking it's time for me to face hell, alone."

"Let me get this straight, you'd rather take the easy way into hell than go through hell to clear things up?"

"Here's the thing, I think I can live with hell. I don't want to go and feel like I'm in hell."

"This is ridiculous. Your need for drama in your life is not exactly helping anyone."

She quickly turned back and faced him. "Whatever. But how about this? I. Never. Wanted. To. Be. Part. Of. This. Anyway! That's what this all means. Yeah, I know, it seems to be too late for me to have found out, but that's life for you."

"You do know you'll be missing out on a lot."

"I'll be missing out on a lot either way."

"This is stupid."

"What isn't?"