Untitled-- Lindsay

On a gray, foggy morning they came, with their blank stares and stiff suits. They get bigger every time I see them, when they walk slowly through the village, looking straight ahead as if they don't see everyone glancing at them wearily. Their polished shoes shine against the dirt road like diamonds in the rough.
That morning they came, I knew I would never witness another dawn. If things went as planned, I'd be gone by the afternoon.

It was a month ago today that I recieved the letter in the mail, stating that I was one of the chosen three to be recruited into the Army of Anguish. A place of child brutality and torture where three from every region would be hardened into a killer with no remorse. The people from every region are randomly chosen, but I can't believe a word of what they tell us, because they are secretive people. Secrets hide behind the gray of all of their eyes. Like a misty cloud that can never go back. Can never travel back to a world of happiness or family.

My heart hurts. I force myself to look away, take my little brother in my arms, and refuse to let go when he tries to squirm from my grip. If I refused to go, they would take my family too. And I would be killed by someone ruthless enough to do it in my own home with my family watching.
They know how to crack and break a heart like an eggshell.

I will be one of them soon.