I walked in and shut the door behind me. As I turned my head back to where my body was facing I could barely tell she was there. The room was dim with the only lights creeping through the bottom of the three doors. The lights reached in and dissolved into the black room, the darkness devoured everything.

She was standing in the corner; I could barely make out her outline by the wall and the red light that ignited more when she inhaled more of the cigarette she was holding.

“So, here we are again.” She said as she put out the only clear indicator of where she was. Her voice was closer now “seems like you never learn” she said from across the room.

I lowered my head in shame, I felt her cold hands kiss the skin of my neck as she pulled back my hair and put her mouth next to me ear. I can feel her warm breath as she whispered “such a shame”. In an instant she was next to one of the doors, the one on the right.

I heard the handle turn and the door unlock, but she didn’t pull it open. “Should I even waste my breath and explain? I think you know the drill by now.” The sarcasm in her voice hit a nerve and I jerked my head up. As I looked she was now directly in front of me, our nose tips almost touching.
Her eyes startled me and I took a step back.

“Don’t you even dare try to defend what you have done,” her tone was cold as ice. What was scarier is she was right and I knew it.

I blinked and she was next to the door again with her hand ready to turn it.
“wait” my voice broke as I tried to control my pathetic tone, hide the begging in it and disguise it as a demand. Needless to say I failed miserably at it.

I can tell she was smiling, not in a nice way, not in a sympathetic way, but in an amused way. She always loved to humour me as I attempted to hide my mistakes and blame it on circumstances.

“can I at least pick which door I go through?” I asked as she stood there expecting me to plead.

“you always had so much pride, never admitting defeat and always acting like it’s no big deal” she paused I could feel her directly behind me now her chin resting on my left shoulder and her hand on my right one. “I know it’s ripping you from the inside” her voice was warm and her grin showed through her words. I hated how she knew me so well, she read me like an open book even in the darkest of rooms she can always know what I’m thinking without taking one look at my face.

“Well, can I? Or is it too much to ask?” I said as I turned to the left her nose now touching my cheek and I could smell the scent of jasmine from her skin.

“I don’t see the harm it can do. But waste my time and I will make you pay.” She said now from the middle of the room. Although we seemed to meet a lot past the few couple of years, I never got used to her teleportation and neglect for personal s pace.
“I’ll try to make you proud this time..”

“ oh if I had a dime” she hissed at me “you are starting to sound like a broken record ‘I’ll try harder’, ‘this time is different’,’ I promise I promise’ I have had enough of your pathetic empty promises this time you make it or you don’t I’m not going to open any more doors for you. I will leave you in your choices if you fail.” She stood still.

I knew she was serious, so I chose my words carefully.
“I won’t try to convince you, but I do want a chance to pick my fate so I can at least know what I am getting myself into.”

“ fine, the door on the right will make things easier for you career-wise, you’ll find that your studies will become easier and you will excel to the top of your class as the shining example of the perfect student.” As she said this her pace was fast and her voice was flat and bored. She went on the same way to explain the second door. “The one behind me will make your social life easier, you’ll get married to a wealthy man, have many friends and look fabulous. “ she paused “ I call it the blonde dream” she said as if she was advertising a product. Her voice fell back to being fast and bored as she explained the third door to be “the perfect choice, everything will be perfect: life, health, education love you name it and its perfect. These are your choices and these are your doors, unless you choose the one you just came from and deal with the mess you left behind.” She said with a smirk that got on my nerves.

The room was still dark but her outline was becoming clearer as my eyes got used to the absence of light.
“What are the catches?” I asked afraid of the answers.

“you know the game so well by now” she said in such an evil but proud way.
“the right door your parents die, the middle door you lose your boyfriend and get married to a wealthy unfaithful man, and the right door...which I must say is my favourite well...do I really have to tell you? Why ruin the surprise?”

I knew it was the worst one of all but I pushed for the answer as I was curious.
“no biggies, but for everything to be perfect for you, I had to take the luck of people around you like life from your sister, health from your father as he gets cancer, wealth from your country as its economy crashes and you people will live in general poverty, but don't fret- you won’t. Education from your boyfriend as he will fail but not to worry you’ll be the bread winner and you'll still be with him, even though he’ll be useless.. and let’s see what else? Oh yes and love, to keep yours I’m had to take it from your parents, your mother runs off with her boss because your sick dad is too much to handle, other than that your life is perfect.” She smiled and waited for my choice.

I turned and walked back to the door I just came from.
“What no dice?” she said surprised.

“I’d rather handle me be stuck where I am and spending the little time I have with the people I love just as they are than taking your crappy long life choices. So much for selling my soul to the devil your deals get crappier and crappier each year.” I said as I opened the door to look at myself sleeping in my hospital bed hooked to machines laying in my coma.

One drunken wrong turn off of a cliff and this is what I get. I never seem to get it right.