I had given up. There was no escape. Nobody ever listened to you in that place. Keep quiet they said. Stick to what the told you. No kne wanted to hear your petty little voice. No matter what i was going through, i had to keep to the uniform expectations.
I stepped out onto the platform, my hair tuckjked behind my ear, so my tag was visible. It was time for my initiation. When you turn 13, the society hold a small initiating ceremony to mark your dedication and commitment to them. Up until then your tag is written on every day with a black marker. Mine is 6483. With clenched fists, i stumbled towards the table. Lying next to a pure white towel was a sharp glistening blade. Biting my tongue, I fought to hold back my pain. If you show any sign of weakness the society will begin thr elimination process immediatley. The towel was pressed against my blistering skin. I saw a scarlet liquid trickle past my eyelids. The branding had been completed. I was alleged to serve the society until they say it is time for my life to come to an end. Little did i know, i had jist dug my own grave.
