I wrote this for an English assignment. 394 Words long. Enjoy!

I am enveloped in shadows. Hiding. From them. The ones that took me. The ones that took my parents. They won't kill me. I won't let them. So I hide. The creak of the door is the only thing alerting me to their presence. "Where is it?" I am not an it. "Did it crawl off?" I am not an it. "Check the cell. It must be here somewhere." I stop breathing. I can't breathe. Because if I breathe they'll find me.

They found me. They took me to the room. The chair. The one supposed to unhinge me. Make me forget. I come out of that room a new person. A person covered in pain and scars. They take me to a large cavern. They train me. I am no longer a person. I am a weapon. A weapon with pain and scars. And I was made to kill. They lead me down the corridors, deep under the above-ground levels of the base. Soldiers surround me on all sides. Soldiers like me. Everyone is shouting. I can hear footsteps. Even though I am short for a 7-year-old, I still can't see anything beyond the legs of the wall of men surrounding me. We turn into a dark room and I am handed a gun. They take me to another room, so bright and sterile compared to the previous one, it makes my eyes hurt. There is a lone table standing in the middle. And on it lay two bodies.

"Pull the trigger." says the guard. Breathe. My parent's faces stare back at me, mama's eyes shut and mum with a petrified look on her face. They are both skinny and gaunt from a lack of food. "Pull the trigger!" yells the guard. Tears fall down mums face as she stares at me. But there is something like acceptance in her eyes. The eyes that have branded themselves in my mind as I pull the trigger.

BANG!

Mama screams. Tears stream down my face. I force myself to look away from my mum's peaceful face. I turn to Mama. I can see the pain in her eyes and the scars on her body. Pain. Scars. I shut my eyes and line up my gun.

I am a weapon. I am a weapon. I am a weapon. And I was made to kill.

BANG!