<span style="color: #BF0000">Sasha</span><br/><br/>The streets were hushed. There were a few people scampering to their homes, but they were quiet and nervous. People in their small, dirty apartments were huddling around their second hand TVs as they gripped each other's hands in fear. It was Brave day. Sasha clenched her fists as she swallowed down the sudden burst of fiery hatred. Ten minutes from now, some of those families will be broken. Some will cry over their loss. Some will bury their emotion with drinks and cigarettes. Some simply won't care.<br/><br/>"That's the funny thing," Sasha thought to herself as she aggressively kicked at a rock on the path, "while many people under the Wortherance Line still cared, many have accepted the harsh reality. As much as people wish it would just disappear, there is no way out of Brave day".<br/><br/>Sasha kept walking until she reached an alleyway. She walked down it until she was outside a run-down apartment block. The steel door was locked, as always. It was meant to keep unwanted guests out. To the left of the door was a balcony three meters off the ground, circled with a rusty metal railing. She bent her knees and sprang up to grab the floor of the balcony, gripping onto the rough stone with her fingers. She pulled herself up and grabbed the top of the railing, and used it to vault over the edge of the balcony. The railing groaned in protest under her weight. Sasha walked up to the door leading to the small apartment inside and opened it. Inside, a group of five young men and two women were staring at her. Sasha's stomach sunk; that look never meant good. In front of them was the TV with names being called out.<br/><br/>"I'm so sorry Sasha", said Teresa, her eyes filled with pity. She looked down at her hands and said no more.<br/><br/>Jacob, one of the men, stood up. His fists were clenched as he said, "Your name was pulled out. You're exiled".<br/><br/>Sasha felt nothing. She just looked into the eyes of the people before her. All she saw was pity. No sadness, no anger, just pity. She couldn't expect anymore from them. She had only been with this group for a few months. She nodded her head and walked to the door. She could feel their eyes on her as she opened the door and entered the corridor. She ran up the eleven flights of stairs until she reached the top level. At the end of the corridor was a window. Sasha opened the window and climbed onto the ledge. She breathed out deeply, maintaining her balance, and twisted her body around so she could grab onto the upper frame of the window. She was careful not to look at the big drop below her as she wedged both her feet in the crevices between the bricks on either side of the window, still hanging onto the top of the window. She began to climb. After a minute she pulled herself up onto the flat roof. The wind blew some loose strands of hair away from her face as she stood on the rooftop looking out at the city's skyline.<br/><br/>Sasha closed her eyes, willing time to stop. In a way, she was glad she was chosen because that meant one less family would be grieving. One less person with so much to live for would be forced into exile. Sasha had no family, no real friends, no place in the world.<br/><br/>She had nothing left to lose.