WARNING : contains mentions of d3@th, v!0l3nce, extreme n3gativity, b0mbs, thoughts of attempting to *end* it all. Viewer discretion recommended. 10 Years Old : Me and Evie are the oldest under-12s to have not yet been adopted. Which, here, is very embarrassing and shameful. People like to take in kids who are young, so as you get older your chances drop. When you turn 12 they start prioritising you and making sure you get a home so you're still not here when you're a grown-up. No one really looks interested in us. 11 Years Old : A lot of people have been coming in and either wanting just Eve or just me, and obviously we said that was a big no-no. Today someone came in for just her. We chained our hands together then tied it to my bed-post. I think we angered them!! :D 12 Years Old: So we finally got a home...? I don't think they like us here. They like how Eve is always coming home with A+'s and she's got a few awards already, but she keeps giving them d3ath stares. Sometimes she takes stuff. And- me? Why they don't like me? Well...I'm just me, that's why. Anyways, they gave us up a few weeks later. 14 Years Old : We've been to a couple homes now. This guy gets really angry but hey, he's got a big house. Eve's loved the library so far but he's always shouting at us for going there. She pick-pocketed some gemstone he had... .. I told him I did it. I don't really know why. He was shouting at her and I just...said it. I said it was me. It felt right at the time. And- it /is/ right. Of course it is. It...it hurt. A lot. I dunno, I think I might get teased at school now, my neck looks funny...in the ugly way. It really hurt. I...don't know what to say. Eve's upset but in the thankful sisterly way. I...it's still bleeding- 16 Years Old : Just came back from what me and Evie reckon is the last house. We're the oldest here in the orphanage now and we look ridiculous in a house of tiny children, who are destined to be taken in by some nice people and always feel loved and bla bla bla. And then there's just us in the corner. Watching. It doesn't matter though. We just need to turn 17 and we're out. Eve's moving into uni. I'm gonna go be what I've always wanted to be. Life isn't too hard. That was sarcastic. It's really, really [fudge]ing hard. 17 Years Old : Eve said goodbye to me at the train station before I left. She keeps telling me to be careful- like, what? What's she talking about? Pffft, I'm /always/ careful. Careful's my middle name, I'm literally so carefu- ARGHHH I STUBBED MY [fudge]ING TOE- um- ahem- anyways- Apparently I already look like a soldier with the skin on my neck still scarred and messed up, but it don't matter. Training's /really/ hard- I mean, I worked out before but we're talking running around for an hour in the rain, in the dark, in the mud, before sunrise. Real different from a treadmill huh? I know how to handle a g^n now! Not sure if that's normal...but at least I can defend myself. I really feel like I'm /doing/ something now. Something useful. Something that's gonna help the country and hopefully help and protect people. I'm a bit worried though, Eve's letters have stopped.... .. I don't think I'll ever forget that night. No- I definitely won't forget that night. One minute we were walking silently, and there were stars twinkling above us and we were just quietly making our way, bending down slightly, so lost in the silence and how huge the sky was and how huge the desert itself was, and then...then it happened, and there were no words to describe how much it hurt. And, if I'm being honest, I think a little bit of that pain leaked into my heart as well. It felt like it took forever for my ears to stop ringing. I think, after I stopped sw3aring, they took me to a hospital. I don't really remember much. Everything from then was so pa!nful it's like it h^rts my brain thinking about it, so it's all fuzzy. The doctor told me that was two weeks ago. I'm still in hospital and I think I've been dozing in and out of consciousness for the entire fortnight, but I've only /really/ woken up now. My entire lower half feels numb, but it makes me sick looking at the place my leg should be. I don't know what to do anymore. I really don't. I sleep an awful lot now, because of the stuff they've been giving me, but now I just wish I could go to sleep and never wake up. What's the point? No one's gonna miss me.... .. Sometimes you get this feeling. And it starts when you realize there's no real point in your life. Like you won't love anyone ever again and no one's gonna love you- like you're so worn out you won't be able to think properly again, and no one will ever think about you. I think that's why I tried to end it all, but the doctor stopped me and gave me a whole lecture about how you have to be strong [ insert tear stains ] But that's just it, I don't really think I'm strong. END anyways...poor Elric. A few days after he gets taken to the facility.
