Once there was a cabin, in the middle of nowhere. No one knew why it was there or what purpose it served. People came in and out of it. All of them came out with something different. Dark bags full of misery, objects that could bring pain, bottles and bottles of anger, and other things. They all had some type of emotion written on their face. I used to watch them as a little girl. I had always wondered what was inside that cabin. I wondered why for all those years my mother told me I could not go in. She said that even though I was curious, I could not. The closest that I ever got was to the door. I heard it calling me and I was tempted. I remember walking out of my house, a voice calling me. I got to the door and then my mother came an pulled me away. She yanked me so hard off the ground that I sceamed. Then she told me that no matter how old I was, no matter what happened I must never ever go in there. If I did, I would never be the same. I was her daughter and she knew me too well. She said," Those things will never make you happy. Those things might make you happy for a second, but then, you won't be. All that cabin has to offer is torment and death. All it is is a living hell." I listened to her for a long time. So long I could've died without seeing it ever again. But then came a time in my life when I thought my life was going to become a living hell. I was depressed, and broke. I tried so hard to remember what my mother had said so long ago, but I just couldn't. So I went looking for the cabin. I didn't know where I would find it or what it even looked like. But my state of mind served as a good road map. Then I saw it. I went inside. Then, I decided it would be a good place to stay. My mother made all this sound dangerous, when really, it isn't bad at all. One day, I decided, to take a walk. As I walked out of the cabin, Someone saw me, and said, "Are you sure that's a good place to stay? I heard of a person who died from that cabin! I don't think it's really healthy." Well, I went back to the cabin. As I went inside, I noticed that the man was right. I was becoming worse each day. So as I packed up, and tried to go, I couldn't. I tried and tried, but the cabin was too strong and it wouldn't let me. So every once in a while, I tried, but i couldn't. My mother was right. My life was a living hell. I realize now, after dying in that cabin, that my life was never that bad until I went to that place. And for what? One silly choice?