Sever Ties

“There’s no way out. And you’ve all been chosen for a reason, so there is no use in trying to escape,” he spoke generally to the crowd.
A man next to me, scared out of his wits banged on the nearest door. I had to hold onto myself, so I took a deep breath and approached my old friend who stood on the stage.
“Hey, you don’t have to do this.”
His face sewed itself together, “You’re not supposed to be here. Not yet.”
I looked at the dying girl at his feet. Blood pooled and wrapped around his shoes. Was I supposed to take comfort in the fact that maybe he was going to wait to kill me at another time?
I knelt with the girl; she was almost gone, I saw her leave the eyes.
“You’re going to be alright,” I said to her to the last words she would hear.
My eyes met his, “Why?”
“There is a point when you have to sever ties.”

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