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Do you have moments in life when everything comes crashing down, when you feel like your life has took a 360 and there is no going back.
When you feel like you drowning and you can't get out, suffocating under the weight.
Darcie stood still, feet glued to the floor, eyes wide in fear.
Fear of what to come, of murder, of death, of her death.
She tried to avoid fear, the feeling of not knowing, for fear was her worst enemy. But fear couldn't be avoided, it was inevitable that everyone would feel it at one point in their lives, for fear was a consequence of every sort of falsehood.
"Darcie Balor?!" Pearl called again, snapping Darcie out of her thoughts to realise that every eye in the crowd was on her.
Closing her eyes, allowing two tears to fall, she took a shaky breath and walked out of the crowd, as two peace keepers took either side of her arms.
She got to the stage and stood next to Pearl who, upon seeing that Darcie was only young, had a look of sorrow and compassion on her face as she smiled slightly at her.
"Darcie, how old are you dear?" Pearl questioned as she held the microphone up to Darcie's face.
"Just turned thirteen." Darcie replied, her voice small and wavering, sounding as if she was about I burst into tears any second, which she was.
"Just?" Pearl asked.
"It's my birthday today."
"Oh dear, well happy birthday." Pearl sighed, her voice calming and compassionate, "Now as always, do we have any volunteers?"
The crowd was silent, as expected, no one ever volunteered unless they where from the career districts.
"Well, on to the boys."
As Pearl walked over to the second bowl Darcie scanned the crowd for her Harrison and Daniella. Once her eyes landed on them she felt even worse. She hadn't been thinking about how it would affect Harrison, only how it would affect her. She was the only family he had left, and now she was being led to her death.
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