Just a Game
Prologue
The stage was empty compared to the crowd that stood in front of it. The government's head officers stood in back of us in big black throwns. The tv lights shined all on me and Drake in the middle of the stage. Ten different cameras had a new angle on me and the crowd plastered on each one of the huge tvs around the room.
Drake's hand made contact with my face in a swift movment, leaving me bruised on the floor. His spit splashed onto my face as he said something I couldn't dare to understand. I crawled slowly towards the door only to be stopped with his foot on my hand.
"Where do you think your going? Scared to take on what you started?" He grabbed my hair and pulled me up. I grimaced. "You don't know how long I wanted to do this..."
I squeezed my eyes shut as tight as I could. I knew this was coming, but not like this. In the eyes of millions to see, to be remembered forever, to die for the people I hate more then anything. But the more I tried to make sense of why I was doing this, all I could think about is why other people weren't.
I started this by mistake. People could have started this on purpose.
"Well, any last words for our little hero? Or does the cat have your tongue again?" Drake chuckled pulling my head further back, relieving my neck for all to see. "Come to think of it, I never heard you speak once. Care to share your thoughts?''
I wanted to know why no one you speak up for me, but I should be wanting to know why they were putting all there faith into one human little girl to fix their lives. But then I realized something, something that was in front of me the whole time.
They weren't putting faith into me, I was their faith. I was the only one who would speak up when I didn't even have a voice at all. The war was going to continue if I die or lived, and I was going to die.
Their silence was their protest, and thier silence did the most damage.
Drake pulled out a knife from his back pocket, the tv camera's zoomed in. It had the government smybol on it, a broken heart put back together. He put it up to me neck and smile to the cameras.
One of the head officers stood, walking to the microphone. He tapped it twice before speaking. "This girl has broken our trust, and made a fool out of our great nation. Nothing she could do could make up what she, no what you did. But still she refuses to speak." He paused, turning to face me. "I think all of us would like to hear your voice. Speak."
I haven't spoke in 3 years, not to anyone other then Eli, but he was no where to be seen. My voice would feel forgein without him here.
"I am the girl on fire."
And with those words, I sentenced on own death.