A man fights a battle with his conscience on whether or not he should continue to help a disabled girl. Altruism vs. self.Time: PresentWord Count: 1828SAMPLE (574 words of 1828 words)(this story contains: immature drinking, death)РІР‚СљAt least stand up.РІР‚СњTia wails, flailing her arms madly.
She is sprawled on the couch and looks up at me suddenly, her face rather demented.РІР‚СљTia, I canРІР‚в„ўt help you when youРІР‚в„ўre down like that.РІР‚СњРІР‚СљDonРІР‚в„ўt care! DonРІР‚в„ўt care!РІР‚СњРІР‚СљYou should care, itРІР‚в„ўs your life.РІР‚СњРІР‚СљDonРІР‚в„ўt care!РІР‚СњI am sitting on the arm of the couch. I study TiaРІР‚в„ўs uncomprehending face and then sigh.РІР‚СљTia, if thereРІР‚в„ўs anything I can do for youРІР‚В¦РІР‚СњРІР‚СљThere isnРІР‚в„ўt.РІР‚СњРІР‚СљBut if there is, you know you only have to tell me.РІР‚СњРІР‚СљI wonРІР‚в„ўt!
I wonРІР‚в„ўt!РІР‚Сњ Tia flails her arms wildly once more. Book Tic-Tac-Toe Her resistant, tortured voice is like nails on a chalkboard to my ears.РІР‚СљYou have to understand. You need to stop, Tia. You need to stop thinking how youРІР‚в„ўre thinking! ItРІР‚в„ўs ruining you.РІР‚СњРІР‚СљStop!
Stop!РІР‚Сњ I doubt Tia thinks at all. Her eyes roll madly and she begins to sob. For several moments I look at her before I turn and walk from the room.Almost at once, I hear, РІР‚СљCome back! Come back!РІР‚Сњ Tia is now shrieking in her cracked, rough voice, spit gurgling in her throat. РІР‚СљHelp me!РІР‚Сњ This has occurred every time I have tried to leave the room so I am not surprised when it happens again.I am irritated at TiaРІР‚в„ўs dumbness, like a dumb ox, and her inability to care for herself, but I am a good man who does what he can to help others in need.
Slowly, I make my way back to the room as TiaРІР‚в„ўs cries become increasingly louder the longer I am absent.Tia is an unstable and extremely insecure girl, as I like to call it.
She doesnРІР‚в„ўt know where she belongs or even where she is half the time. That is why I am helping. But I am irritated. Tia is taking up too much of the time I usually use to do fun stuff with people who arenРІР‚в„ўt inhibited by mental something or other.Tia is still flopped on the couch, her sticky hair matted to her anguished face.РІР‚СљCome back!РІР‚Сњ she shrieks, ruining half the cells in my left ear.
She has not yet noticed that I have returned. РІР‚СљCome back!РІР‚СњРІР‚СљIРІР‚в„ўm here now! Look!РІР‚Сњ I raise my voice, so our two voices together sound like a bloody murder.РІР‚СљCome back!РІР‚СњI shake her viciously. Her head lolls back and forth as froth comes from her mouth and she coughs. I jump back immediately to avoid getting contaminated.РІР‚СљIРІР‚в„ўm here, Tia. See me?РІР‚Сњ TiaРІР‚в„ўs eyes look over my face. Her breathing is still heavy and raspy but she has calmed down from her hysterics.
РІР‚СљWhatРІР‚в„ўs the matter?РІР‚СњThere is a momentРІР‚в„ўs pause.РІР‚СљI canРІР‚в„ўt take it.РІР‚СњРІР‚СљCanРІР‚в„ўt take what?РІР‚Сњ