I'm Alive [CANCELED]

Chapter Two-Who's Choosen

I watch myself in the mirror brushing my hair.

Today is the day I'm going to government, the day I'm going to die.

I've dressed myself in my best clothes. A grey dress is covering me from my shoulders to my mid calf. I just put my hair in a simple ponytail and added a little craft glitter in my hair for something extra.

A knock on the door shocks me.

"Sweetie? Can I come in?" my mom asks me from outside my door.

"Yes." I say evenly.

Surprisingly, I'm not afraid today. I feel more serious, maybe it's the fact that I just turned 18 just a week ago.

Wow. I'm finally an adult, yet only for a little while. I think.

Not moving, I just stare at myself, even when my mom comes in and stands next to me.

"You look very pretty Kay." my mom says to me giving me a small smile.

I nod.

For once, I study our features. We both have brown hair with a hint of natural red in there, but other than that I look my dad. With my grey eyes and hard personality, but with some weaknesses, my mom calls me "your father's daughter".

Well, not that she's wrong. My mom usually just keeps quiet and doesn't do much unless asked too. Sometimes she'll sing to herself though. It's the prettiest noise I've ever heard, but she doesn't do it often.

"Listen to me Kaytilynn. Look me in the eyes." my mom says.

I turn my face away from my reflection and face my mother.

Her eyes are caramel brown.

"I know you may be afraid for today, but I just want to say that your father and I love you so much. We are proud to have raised you." my mom says smoothly.

Is she saying good bye to me? Is she pretty much saying that I have no chance to live?

"Are you saying that I'm going to die?" I ask.

"No, just. I wish you luck. I want to remind you that before you choose you'll have exactly 24 hours to choose your way of death and say good bye to all your loved ones. Excuse me." my mom says as she exits my room.

I feel horrible for her. She's watching her last child go to the government to get a fate of approximate death.

I straiten my back and breathe. In my head I recite a small paragraph in my head to keep me calm and remember who I really am.

My name is Kaytilynn Evans. I'm 18 years old and I'm about to get sent to the government to die. I hate our society, but there's nothing I can do. I'm a rebel and I won't go down without a fight. I didn't choose this life, I guess this life chose me. Life is hard and you have to work for everything just to get the littlest things. Yet, I guess I shouldn't complain. I could be dead right now. Yet, isn't that why I'm going to the government? I'll find a way to escape death, but for now I should be happy to be alive.

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Without looking at anyone or anything, I enter the marble building in the government.

Anxiety is in every teen's eyes, even if they try to hide it. I admit I have a little in my own.

Inside the marble building is hundreds and hundreds of red chairs, like ones you'd find in an auditorium. Personally, I think it's a little weird that the chairs are the only splash of color in the whole room and red symbolizes blood.