Killing the Love of your Life

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"Jason! Jason!" I started crying. I became quite close with Jason. He was one of the guards. He soon came rushing to my side and sat on my bed holding me.

"Was it the dream again?" The deep British accent spoke. I simple nodded my head yes. The dream was a repeat of my pass. Its been occurring ever since I came to this damn hell. The only good part was Jason. I still kept in touch with Scott. My boyfriend.

We've been in love since I was twelve. But when I was thirteen, I was taken away to the cabins. And now, I'm on my last day of training, and will be assigned my person. The man, or woman, I'm supposed to kill.

"Get back to sleep babe. I'll wake you in the morning." Jason gave a quick peck to my head and left my room. He let me stay with him, convincing the guards that it was best for me. I then lay down, and slowly drifted back into sleep.

"Jan! Its your last day of training, get up please." I woke up to the soft sounds of Jason's British accent, and his gentle nudging. I opened my eyes and stretched. Bringing Jason into a hug.

"Morning babe! Sleep well after the nightmare?"
"Yes. Very."

Jason chuckled at my response. He showed me to my uniform and left the room, allowing me to change. Jason's a really nice guy. I could date him. 'Cause I'm now fifteen, and he's eighteen. Same age as Scott. 

Hes got blue eyes like Scott. But blond hair, not brown. Some days, I like to sketch pictures of Scott in my art book. Jason bought it for me. Hes not supposed to, so we keep it hidden. Or he could be killed.

So every time we get a checkup, they ask about us. What he does to me. They gave me to him, as pretty much his slave. But he never treated me like that. We were so close to the same age, he would never want to hurt me. Hes like my big brother. The British boy Jason.

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"Good luck babe. Don't fail! I couldn't bare loosing you." I put my hand on Jason's shoulder, and gave him a sympathetic smile. I kissed his cheek and headed into the training facility. Ten days! Ten days in this awful slauter house. I'm glad today's my last. But like Jason said, if I fail today, I could be killed.

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"Good job Janice! Or, 664, as we're supposed to call you."

That was Rebecca. One of the killing coaches. She too was a sweet guard. I got the good news that I passed!

"Sweetie, I also have some bad news. And I know, for sure, you won't like it."
"Does it have to do with who I'm going to kill?"
"Yes." Rebecca spoke.

I stared at her waiting for her to tell me. She glanced at the paper, then back at me, a few times.

"Sweetie, you've been assigned to kill Scott. Scott Matthews."

My heart stopped, and I fell to the ground. My vision went blurry, and my hearing was a little blocked out. Before I blacked out, I heard Rebecca shout,

"Quick! Get her a doctor! Its alright Janice. Its alright......"

Then, it became dark.