Falling Flowers

Realization ~ Autumn

**Trigger Warning: Suicide**
I've been separated from the others. The petals of one of my flowers have fallen off. I can't stand. Why dis they take me I'm only 8, im the weakest of the group.
"Get up!" A man yells at me from the door.
"I can't." I say weakly.
He comes up to me and pulls me up by the arm and drags me out. I get pulled into a brightly lit room. Two strong pairs of arms lift me onto a metal table. A mask is put over my mouth and slowly everything dissapears.
I wake up to a steady beeping, and a pounding headache. I try to move but I can't. My vision is blurred and the smell of blood hits my nose. I try to speak but I can't.
"Ah your finally awake." A strange voice says as a shadow appears in my line of sight.
I dont bother trying to speak again, there's no point. So instead I let the steady beeping lull me back into sleep.
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When Autumn wakes again she can see that shes in some sort of lab, her head is still pounding and she still smells blood except for now it's slightly masked by the smell of bleach. A man approaches her and calls another over. The two men help Autum stand, bringing her to a mirror. Autumn gasps when she sees herself. All her flowers were gone! She had some sort of small metal disk on the side of her head.
"Ah your perfect. We love when they send us a young one, your much easier to convert because you adapt faster. You will be a perfect little soldier." The man on the right says proudly.
Autumn was now terrified.
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A few months pass, and I definitely feel different. My thoughts are no longer my own, and I don't seem to be in control of my body, it's as if someone is controlling me. I feels as if I'm trapped inside the body of a stranger.
The man who originally took me away enters my cell. He throws some clothes at me.
"Put these on." He says gruffly.
"Can you look away?" I ask timidly, no answer.
I quickly change into the heavy canvas clothes, a soldier's uniform. The sleves are to long and I feel as if I'm going to trip over the bottom of the pants. The guard hands me a pair of shoes, which are also too big.
"Let's go" He says pushing me out the door. He leads me to another building.
Strangely I feel as if I know what I'm about to do.
"Go in and take the baby." He commands, opening the door.
I barely registered what I was doing, it was like I was a puppet on strings.
I go in and remove the small infant out of my brother's arms, I hand him to a second guard who then turns and leaves in the opposite direction. Once back in my cell I feel repulsed by what I'd just done. My old cloths lay on the floor, I tear up the shirt, then tie it into a noose. I hang it from the barred window at the top of the stone wall, above my bed. I slipped it over my neck, then I step off my bed. I can't live this way.....