The Accused Witch

Part 7

Rowena slammed the door and her back to the door slid down.

Kneeling on the floor, a single tear of frustration slid down her face.

This was impossible.

She wobbled to her bed "breathe she told herself" Rowena took her pillow and slammed it into the floor.

It was the fourth time that she broke down.

Her hands went limp. She was on the floor, her hair stuck all over her face as she sobbed.

"I don't get it" she taught.

She didn't know what to do.

She didn't know how to act.

She didn't know why she was sad.

She didn't know why she was like this.

But at this moment she let herself be weak. She cried until her eyes were puffy until her confusion was all out of her system.

Rowena took a deep breath and picked up her oil lamp and stepped out and made her way to her safe spot; the library.

She cured up on the cold hard floor more safe and secure than she had felt since the trial.

And she dove into the world, another world with another life, other problems.

"RoRo?"a voice whispered

Rowena looked up from her book "What are you doing awake? You have to sleep Sangrila."

"I- I can't," she said as she walked over with her stuffed animal in her hand. She crawled onto Rowena's lap.

She sighed and closed her book and smiled and put her arms around her little sister.

She snuggled in "RoRo?"

"Mhum?"

"Why are you crying?"

Rowena startled "Im n-not"

"Mkay" she closed her eyes and hugged Rowena tighter

This is what her life should be like, caring for her sister, reading, going what she loves. Well, she wanted to. She wanted to live a simple life so bad. Was that too much to ask.

She looked at her sister "I will be strong, for you. I will figure this out" She whispered affectionately as she stroked her hair.