CHAPTER 8 : Dead Man Walking

I was on the ground, my feet brought up to my chest; my arms were wrapped around my knees and my head rested on top of them. I hummed a lullaby my mother used to sing to me when I was younger, as I tried very hard to keep my mind away from the screams coming from the next room.

"Come join me, little bird," Ashon called for me, I ignored him, humming even louder. However, the screaming also got louder.

"You have to join me," he said as he appeared before me. I shook my head.

"I don't want to," I told him.

"You have to. You're one of us, you have no choice," he reminded me. I looked up at him with moist eyes. His expression looked stern, the kind of look you'd see on a parent telling their child that they had no choice but to do their homework.