The Sacrifice

After the sun burnt out, few people lived. But those who did started families to keep the human race alive. But with no light, no food would grow, and so they had to eat their own kind to stay alive. They held ceremonies called "The Sacrifice" where they executed humans to survive. But can Ashleigh Drake end it all?

My world has never been a happy place. Every day, I wake up, afraid. When I step outside my home, I have to be prepared to fight for my life. And it's all because of the sun.

It burnt out tens of years before I was born, and ever since then, the Earth has been dark- both physically and mentally. There is no light to make plants grow, but we all- miraculously- live. But, is it really living when you are in the dark, and hungry? I don't think so. Although, I wouldn't know. I never got to really live. I don't even know what light is, I am simply telling you the stories that have been passed down for generations.

Apparently, the humans before the sun died could not see in the dark, could not live without light. Millions of them passed away, but the strong survived. They became acclimated to the dark, and went on with their lives. Somehow along the way, humans gained night vision. I suppose it's a good thing, I wouldn't be able to see without it.


I woke up, and with the regaining of conciousness came the regaining of fear. It pierced into my gut, and I squirmed around in bed, trying to shake the feeling away. I don't know why I even bother, I have felt it for 15 years and no matter what I do, it never goes away. It never will either, I'm sure of it.

I looked out the window into the blackness, and saw people hurrying into buildings, and children skittering behind their families. They all look so scared. More scared than normal, anyways. I leaned over to the small table next to my bed, and reached for the calendar that sat there. I opened it up to June and checked the date. Wednesday.

The Sacrifice was tonight.

I threw the calendar on the ground and pushed off my blankets and sheets. I put my face in my hands and began to cry. Someone from our side of town was next, and it was more than likely coming from my family. We were always getting punished for speaking up and breaking rules. The only reason I wasn't imprisoned is because I was under 20. But in five years, I would be locked up for good. The officers here had enough against me to last a lifetime. That would probably be it- a life sentence. I cried in bed for almost an hour when I realized that this could be my last day with some member of my family. Or it could be my last day, if the number of adults alive were scarce enough.

I stood up and walked over to my dresser to get dressed. Neon yellow. The only color in clothing available anymore. It was easier to see, and if we tried to escape from someplace, we would barely make it out the door, if we were lucky. I pulled on my neon skinny jeans and my neon tank-top and zip up sweatshirt. Clashy, but at least it wasn't all the same material and style, or I think I would die. Not literally, of course.

I checked my clock and quickly ran down the stairs to make sure my brothers Clay and Greyson, and my sister Claudia were up. They all sat at the dining table with my mother, sipping water and reading books. I wanted to join them, but there were no open chairs that I could see. I stood in the doorway awkwardly for a few minutes when Greyson saw me, and swooped me up in his arms. "Well, don't just stand there, come sit with us." He sat down at the table with me in his lap. My mother looked up at me and smiled, then sighed. "Okay, I think we all need to acknowledge the fact that some of us are going to die tonight. I hate to be so blunt, but there really is no other way to say it. It happened to your father, and your siblings Stacey and Gregory last year, and it's happened with multiple other family members before that. And there's nothing we can do about it, it's life. I'm sorry." Everyone tried to act like they hadn't heard her, but we all knew that it was the truth.

Every June, on the first Wednesday of the month, someone from our part of town would die.

And this time, at least one of them would be a Drake.



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