With Mrs Jennifer leaving the podium, I was now the one standing side by side with the swing board, I was staring right at the number of people present, there eyes were on me, everyone of them putting on a different look on their faces.
Liam face was sending me the message to be strong, he's the reason why I am making this decision, he's the reason why I'm taking this step, I know that he was never going to leave me to walk on this path alone, I might've walked down the aisle on Fred's hold, but with Liam, he's always there, he's always holding me, holding my hand, holding on to me firmly, never letting go.
Of all the options listed on the board, all of them was for sacrifice, you've got to sacrifice something, you've got to lose something to get what you're after, and the only escape in those list seems to be in the smallest of all the box, the blank one, the box Mrs Jennifer classified as freedom from all this responsibilities, all this obligations, all this sacrifice.
Mrs Jennifer was putting on a smile on her face, like those smile do signify strength, that I really gotta do this, but along the path, that I always have her support. I can read their faces clearly, I am a psychologist who feed on emotional expression, but a blank face is something I am always wary of, because you can't tell what's in that mind, what's going up there, and Fred was the one with that look, the blank face.
Blake and Angela was staring back at me with hate, probably hoping that I fall in into a box that will put me in misery, a box that will bring upon smile into their faces, I just hope they don't get what they want, because that would make me feel like a loser.
Peter and Phillips seems to be having fun, I thought that Peter would be one of those watching me with a lot of hate filling his heart, but unlike I thought, I am now wondering whether this laughter on his face was nothing but a facade, the smile looks so real that you can't detect whether he was hiding something inside those brains of his, I can't just tell.
Maya's fists were folded, raising them medium and showing me that signals of courage, sending me the idea that I got this. She's the only one I can call a friend here, even though I was just getting to meet with her some hours ago, wasn't expecting an eventful welcome like this from the family, already got two people punished and three others hating on me, just unpredictable.
Mrs Jennifer was holding onto my Collins wheelchair, Mr Collins who doesn't look well and seems to be in deep sleep, I couldn't count him in as my supporter or one of those against me, I don't know, it doesn't even look like it's actually his problem.
Taking in a deep breath, I know it's about time I take the next step, I turned around, now showing my back on both my friends and enemies, staring right into the board before me. This is where my fate lies, a decision that I can't make by myself, instead would be made for me by the speed of my swing.
I would be lying if I said that I don't know what I want, I actually know what I want, I want to be free, I want that box that gets me out of this trap untouched, but by looking at the chance, it looks slim. The empty box was the smallest of all the drawn division, so for me to get the blank board area, it looks unachievable.
You've got this Lizzy, you've got this. I went on to the side of the board, holding it by the edge, closing my eyes, taking in another deep breath, before proceeding with the swing. The moment I rolled it down with force, it started spinning, I deleted myself from that presence my closing my eyes, my eyes were shut, and as well backing the audience here with me. 
Whatever it turns out to be, I accept, I am ready to get on with it, even though that I might be suffering from exhaustion, I still believe that I can make something out of the fate of me, wherever the spinning ends, I'm going to accept it with all my heart, wouldn't show them any sign of weakness.
My eyes were still shut when I began hearing sound of joy behind me, but the sound of joy wasn't coming from the right people, instead, From the wrong ones. Oh God, I think I have just fallen in into their trap and can't possibly escape it. I gently began to open my eyes, to see what kind of misery I have just fallen on, but the sight confuses me.
It landed on the blank spot, the one that signals freedom from my miseries, I was taken aback, a smile creeping in into my face, eyes watering in a sign of joy and happiness, I couldn't hold it in, the happiness inside of me. I turned around to celebrate with Liam that I have gotten the chance of freedom like I did hope, but the sight was the total opposite of what I had in mind.
Peter, Angela, Blake and Phillips were the happiest ones amongst them all, while those that are supposed to be happy aren't. I turned back around to make sure that what I had seen was clear, or was I seeing an illusion?, Was I looking at something else different from theirs?
It was surely on the blank area, why aren't they happy for me then?, Why are the ones I calls enemies, the ones happy, rather than those with the tag, friends?.
“ Get ready dear, it begins in an hour, brace up for what your fate has brought upon you....”
Mrs Jennifer said, then turned back around, taking Mr Collins away from here with a sad face, as well as those whom I thought was close.
“ What happened?, What changed?....”