If anyone had told me I was going to be here, I would have certainly reccommended them to get a psycologist. It made absolutely no sense. I thought the last few days had made me capable of everything, but I was wrong. There were still a few things that affected me. And, in the last hours, at least half of them had happened. Old Charlotte, just a week ago, would have fainted, or at least run to the closest hiding she could find. For the new Charlotte, the bet was far too high. And, even though the old myself struggled inside me, the new one was taking good care of controlling her. Surprising myself for the hundredth time this week, I prepared to get out of there. I checked the gun was loaded and pressed it to my chest. ---------------- This story is completely mine. I accept no copy, translation or adaptations. Feel free, anyway, to ask me anything you may like via PM or comments.