After I sheepishly scooted off stage the peacekeepers dragged me into a small room, where shorty the people who care about me will say there last goodbyes. Probably last goodbyes.

My mother and Mave come in first. Mave limped

Over and flung her light body onto my torso. I rubbed her sandy hair as she cried into my shirt. I pulled her off and went to my mother, whose pale skin looks Goustly.

" Hey, Hey, it's OK" I said quietly

She opened her mouth to say something but only sarrowed air escaped her in a gasp.

" but I need to know, know that you will make sure to always take care of Mave! Her name only goes in once next year, ONCE!"

" y-y-yes" she replied

And just like that the peacekeepers dragged them off.

I knew no one else was coming, and no one did.

I didn't care though. Less people to think about when I brutally murder people. Lovely thought, right?