Owned

Chapter 2 - Ceri

Adrenaline is rushing through my veins, pushing me further, faster, farther. My legs ache and my mind is on autopilot, but I push on with my trophy in my bag and a smile on my face. I grab on to a low hanging pipe and swing myself off the rooftops. Then, I simply maneuver through the crowds of sobbing and yelling Nix, like myself. Today was ration day and guess what? The Servers were told by the Leaders not to feed us until tomorrow; a day late. That's why I am running for my life right now actually, how ironic. I'll own up to it. I stole someone's ration that they were saving. Serves them right, you can't do that here. Are they crazy? Someone will obviously see it and take it and, oh, would you look at that? I am that person this time.
I jog down the stairs to the underground secret city and shove the metal pieces back over the stairs. In the past, these metal carts used to move and people would take them places, but now they are rusted and ripped to shreds. I walk across the tracks and sit down. Here will be a good place for the night. You don't want to be at the surface during the night, the murders happen then. There are no "police" to "protect" the Nix. All you have is yourself here. We are are ignored and we are nothing.
My breathing gets rapid and I feel screams threatening to release from my throat. My vision blurs and my body is shaking. Then, I see him. I see his tired eyes full of fear as the masked man approaches him. I turn and I see my little sister with her beautiful blue eyes shedding tears. The masked man stabs my father and then chokes my sister as I beg for her life. My sister's eyes lose their light. I black out. The next thing I know, I am covered in blood and alone, holding the masked man's knife in my sweaty palm. My face is wet with tears and I do what my father told me last, I run.
I gasp and jet awake. My face is wet, but I ignore it. I look around, confirming I am alone and tighten my hand on my blade's handle. After I steady my breathing, I look at my reflection. I take the knife and bring it up to the corner of my left eye. I slash the blade carefully into my flesh, and give myself a large wound from the top of my eyebrow to the top of my cheek.
I hold in my scream and I groan. I use the water from the ration I stole to clean the wound and tear the sleeve off my worn down jacket. I hold the wound until the bleeding stops and clean my face again. Our ration sometimes come with bandages, so I took advantage. As I go to wrap my left eye up, I stop and look at myself. The healing supplements in the water quickly close the wound, leaving me with a large red scar. I smirk. no more "X."