While we were silently sitting on 
the couch watching the numbers get     
worse, I was furiously trying to think 
of a way to stop the depression from   
dragging me down, down, down, and back 
to that video again, but that’s when it
hit me.                                
     The only option I had left, and   
that was to go freelance.              
     I’ve been resisting it since that 
day, and that’s mostly because I still 
had to pay my share of the rent, and   
freelance work didn’t pay shit. At     
least, not the kind I wanted to do.    
     Surprisingly enough, just thinking
about it actually helped. The Darkness 
not only lightened up, but also took a 
step back, like I was finally getting  
on the right track.                    
     I almost started laughing but fig-
* ured that wouldn’t be a good idea right  
now.                                   
     I did begin wondering just what   
going freelance meant? Did I get to    
wear a mask, cape, and drive around in 
a cool car? Or, is this something I    
should keep secret and not be flashy   
about?                                 
     I decided to keep it secret, be-  
cause being flashy sounded too much    
like bragging, and also because there  
were a lot of sick people out there,   
just like me, and I didn’t want to be  
come one of their victims.             
     It would be ironic for sure, but  
definitely not part of the plan, but   
what was the plan exactly?             
     Saving animals was easy to say,   
but how exactly was I going to find    
these abused animals, and how was I    
going to save or help them once I did? 



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