A petal fell from the crimson rose
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Y/n p.o.v
The bags under my eyes are getting worse.
I look at myself one more time.
" ..." I kept silence
It's better being silence itself than speaking words. Because we are only slaves in his control.
I grab the navy blue coat, looking at the silver pin.
Stupidity
It hit me, I couldn't figure why I couldn't feel? What was laughter? Was it breathing in and out? Smiles?
Was it me?
"No"
I can't figure if we are even humans anymore.
I look around the room hopefully I could stand just one more day.
The snow
So white and peaceful, it's stays in the ground letting horrible humans step on it.
It's just like me
But how so?
Ignoring my idiotic sounds of voices, I leave the wooden doors and lock it.
I walk to an unknowing path.
Idiot
It's murder
I hold back my fear.
" y/n?" The voice caught me. I turn slowly, not letting them get me.
" you need to join me" it was a general, the helpers of the .m a n.
The man is the darkness, you are very lucky to see his presence. Only the voices of the death could tell you the story. But the word that only us as slaves would understand is devil.
Devil
The word shakes me, I tell my voices to stop.
" soldier we are here" the general says, the voice. The voice was calm, of course it's calm.
That's it's job
I salute, putting myself out there, letting the others know I'm still here.
" point" the shaken voice said.
I got use to the word
I point my gun
Bang
One
Bang
Two
Bang
Three
Three down
Didn't even blink. I turn around the the useless crowd.
" and that soldiers is what's strength is" the general says proudly not caring if I'm here.
The soldiers stayed quiet, looking at me painfully.
I hated the stares, I never meant to be here.
The general left with them.
I looked behind me.
Three dead useless birds lying in the snow with patches of the army.
Red.
I looked at my boots.
" I have to clean them again"
What a pain.
