Oneshots

Alone

There used to be six of us...Now I'm alone.

Six kids under the age of 15. Six of us stolen from our families and forbidden to ever see them again. Six of us forced to do whatever they say. Six of us beaten when we stepped out of line. Six of us trained to kill. Six of us tired of being treated like animals. Six of us making a plan. Six of us trying to escape. Six of getting caught. Six of us being punished.

Five of us in the infirmary. Five of us barely recovering. Five of us mourning. Five of us weeping. Five of us angry. Five of us getting older. Five of us acting compliant. Five of us following orders. Five of us going on a mission. Five of us getting caught.

Four of us getting rescued. Four of us grieving. Four of us being pissed. Four of us training harder. Four of us determined to live. Four of us tired. Four of us sticking together. Four of us going on another mission. Four of us ready. Four of us almost making it.

Three of us hollow. Three of us sitting in silence. Three of us sick of death. Three of us wanting more. Three of us craving affection. Three of us demanding justice. Three of us planning to kill. Three of us almost succeeding. Three of us being detained. Three of us tortured as a result.

Two of us empty. Two of us being determined to survive. Two of us still fighting. Two of us continuing to train. Two of us barely eating. Two of us getting promoted. Two of us getting a gun. Two of us craving death. Two of us talking each other out of it. Two of us trying it.

One of us alive. One of us still in pain. One of us missing the rest. One of us feeling alone. One of us being moved. One of us getting a new home. One of us not realizing the truth. One of us not knowing where we really are. One of us thinking that they're happy. One of us believing that it will all be okay.

There used to be six of us...Now I'm alone.