The F.R.E.A.K.S

Clock Out Knock Out

Another day, another chance gone away. I get up and stretch my limbs.

I hate mornings.

I head down to the eating quarters where some of the other girls are.

"Good morning girls," I yawned. A chorus of "good mornings" came up in response. I made my way to the table and grabbed a piece of toast on the plate. They were all staring at me as I spread my jam and started eating. "Wghat?" I asked with my mouth full of food.

Siori looked at the other girls before clearing her throat. She has short brown hair and a seriously annoying high pitched mouse voice. She was considerably short, although I can't really judge because I'm only an inch taller. "Uhm.. We were uh.. Just thinking..." She stuttered. "Spit it out Si," I demanded. She gulped. "Sinceyou'renotreallydoingmuchforthecompanywehavetokickyouout." She said in one breath.

What.

What!?

"You're kicking me out!?" I practically screamed. My head whipped towards Leona. "I know I said that I was going to move out but not now!! I don't have the money!!", I evaluated. "We're going to give you money and resources, don't get ahead of yourself. Now go back to your room and pack up. End of discussion," hissed Leona.

I was fuming by this point. I stormed in the room and grabbed all of my belongings in a fury. During this process I startled Fiori who looked like she just climbed out of a gopher hole. "What are you doing now Xion?", she asked groggily. "Packing." I replied strictly. All the tiredness seemed to be zapped out of her after I said that. "W-what? No. Y-y-you can't leave!! Why?", she sputtered out desperately. I ran my fingers through my hair,"Because I haven't been 'doing much' for the company, I'm getting kicked out. "

"That's stupid!!"

"I know."

"You can't leave."

"I have to."

"No you don't!!", she insisted. Fiori was on the verge of tears. A pang of grief hit me and I pulled her into my arms. There she broke down and cried into my shoulder, I didn't last much longer and started sobbing with her. We crumpled to the floor. We were a big tangle of limbs and sadness.

"You're my sister..", she whimpered. I shushed her and lightly kissed her head while I ran my fingers through her hair. "It's ok, you'll be ok," I whispered to her. She just hugged me tighter. At some point we both moved away and I continued packing. I could feel her gaze burning into the back of my head.

A few minutes later I had finished packing and changed into regular slacks and a big shirt. Fiori followed me down the stairs and into the living space while I awaited the official unbonding of the sisters. This process happened when either a sister has broken too many of the rules, gotten too old, or has refused to do service, like me.

I was blindfolded and tied up. The strongest sisters lifted me and put me in the carriage taking me to the woods where the ceremony is held. All I felt was the bump of the carriage, all I heard was the sound of the wooden tired and horses' hooves clopping, and all I smelled was the tension.

*
After what seemed an hour all movements came to a stop, signaling the ride was over. I was led out of the carriage, still blindfolded and set on the ground. The blindfolded was lifted and in front of me I saw Leona, a sister with a gleaming dagger, and Fiori, who was hiding behind a tree.

"Xion Rose Niore Dandelion, you have been avicted due to refusal of service. Do you deny this?", Leona inquisitioned. "No ma'am," I replied.

"Would you like to say any regrets or last words as a sister?"

"Not one."

The sister with the blade stepped forward. This is where the good part happens. I was held by the strongest sisters but I didn't falter. I held my head up high and my face with dignity. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Fiori trying her best not to cry. I'll miss her.

The sister wielding the blade held it up, and with one, silver arch, brought it upon my chest. One clean cut, and one more scar. I was then shoved to the forest ground as my blood was spilling and my world was spinning. All movements seemed to still and move slower than any turtle I have ever seen. I don't remember hitting the floor. I don't remember the sound of Fiori screaming and sobbing and I don't remember everyone leaving. What I do remember is a tall, lanky looking guy with spiked, green hair looking at me and turning around. I liked his outfit.