What if

Your hand wields the knife that pierces your own heart?

Your soul is covered with scars that no one else but you can see?

Your hands are covered with the blood of people you once loved and the people you had no relations with?

Would you be happy, sad or angry?

Or would you just be a monster with no emotions?

***

          I ran, not being able to recognize the familiar buildings along the way. Why? Cause they were burning. The flames were all over the place. But I didn't care. 'My home'. That was the only thing that took up the space in my mind. I panted and struggled for breath.

I stopped in front of a pile of huge wooden planks and bricks on the floor. I didn't lose heart. I looked around. 

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They must still be alive. I told myself.

And then, CRASH.... I felt it. Something inside me drop and break into a thousand pieces. My knees gave out as I dropped to the ground. 

No,no,no,no.

I took the blue ribbon in my hands. It was dull now from the smoke, holes torn at places. My mind lost all comprehension. 

There was a lump in my throat. It was just a sob at first. But before I knew it, a shrill pitched voice tore from my throat and filled the air. Tears welled out from my eyes, blurring my vision. This can't be happening. Why? Why? Why? This is a dream. This has to be a dream.

"Ain't you lucky, kid." I heard behind me.

And then as if closing the remaining bit of light in my life, a shadow appeared, covering my front. I slowly craned my neck back., still sobbing.

One choice. Just one choice. That's all it takes to change a life. And that's all it takes to lose your humanity.

***

"That day I was given two choices- To die or to kill and survive. I simply chose the one that allowed me to live. But I wonder....what is at the end of this scarlet path that I 've taken?"

-Kyra Veil