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You are trapped. There is no escape from the hell your life has become. You try to escape many times; only to suffer defeat and utter humiliation after each attempt. You have no control over your own life... Even the choices you thought you made of your own accord, end being devised by another. This is your own personal Hell, your so called life. After failing so many times, do you even have the strength to continue fighting what fate has obviously deemed the extent of your existence?

There is only darkness left within you.... You have no light to guide your path. This fight is yours and yours alone. The battle for your life, your independence, your sanity. Coming out of the shell you have built up around yourself after your last failed attempt of escape, you find yourself staring into the eyes of your precious daughter... You see the disappointment etched across her sweet, innocent face. You see the hope that still lingers in her gaze that you will somehow return to her from the shell you are hiding within. How can you give up so easily with that face clearly begging you to wake up and take control of your life?

You slowly, groggily, force yourself to sit up. She stares at you in wonder as you whisper her precious name... almost as if she never really expected you to whisper that word again. You wonder how long you have been out of it, and glance at the date on your phone. How can that be? You haven't left this spot in days now. Sleeping without end. Nothing had awaken you; not hunger, the need to relive yourself, thirst, nothing. How had you been in bed so long? As the tears stream down your face and you lie back down, you watch as the shining hope fades from your daughter's eyes and hate yourself even more... You fall back asleep as self-misery consumes you yet again...

The next time you awaken, another day has passed. Your daughter is at school, and you notice you are alone in the house, for once... You start screaming: cursing the god you no longer believe in, the fate that you are destined to live, the cruelty your daughter is suffering, and worst of all, yourself for being such a failure. 'Why can I not escape?' you ask yourself. 'Why can't I just live my life how I want without someone controlling it? And why God, why can I not support myself without him? I can't even support myself, much less my daughter!?! I'm a failure, and I want to die.... Just make me die!!!!' you wail at the ceiling. Your husband enters the house and raises an eyebrow, seeing you out of bed. You flick him off, storm into the room, and hide under the covers once again. Damn him, for making you live like this...

You lie in bed and pretend to sleep, but under the covers you replay the events of your life so far in your mind... How did it ever come to this? These are the events leading up until this point, as close as you can remember to the actual events....

This is a prologue for a story I am debating writing... Please tell me what you think, your honest opinion. Thanks!

I think this has the potential to be absolutely brilliant. Write it! 

Thanks, Future!!

Good writing with a hook to keep readers interested, but at first glance it seems like it would work more naturally as a linear story, so I'm curious how you'd fit it to a CYOA format. Even if things branched out once the flashback reached the present again, with all choices before that inevitably leading to this outcome it would by necessity be extremely linear, unless the flashback isn't going to take up a significant chunk of the story after all.

Yeah, I'm not sure how it would be formatted as a CYOA story. It was just an idea I had. I maybe should just make this one into one of my novels. Idk. I will come back to this after I finish my story, Site 59. The flashback would definitey have to be short, though. Or else maybe make it into two games, the flashback being one leading back to the present, and then starting another game where this one ends at, back at the character's present.

Trapped?

Yeah... Basically. I just changed the spelling. Just an idea for a game I had.