Her eyes flickered open, Tears were swelling in her eyes. Her hands were bound with rope as the man stared down at her. A small, soft voice left those curved lips"please it wasn't me" The tears now began to drop out of eyes and onto her cheeks. The man was dressed in black, his hair brown and his eyes stern"silence, you devil" He hissed back at her.It seemed as if no matter what she said he would never have believed her.The words cursed down upon her seemed to forever echo in ears. The man was skinny but intimidating "you're a devil worshipper.." he'd speak to her and the jury behind her.They all seemed to murmur in agreement, watching every single move she made.They watched how her hands fidgeted and her black hair drooped down to her midback.They would use anything to get her burned or hanged. Her name is Helena, She was judged. This is her story of how she escaped her trail, how she managed her life and made the escape.
The trail had ended early, Helena's face was red and she couldn't breathe from her nose.She felt weak as if she was gonna faint. Her brown dress stained with tears.Her dress was brown and old, she couldn't afford new things as it was expensive.She was convicted of being a witch because of her black hair, because she was spotted in the words dancing, being wild. She was convicted of being one because she stood up for herself at such a young age. She wanted to run home and cry but she didn't.She remained calm with tears drying on her face.Helena watched the little kids eyes drift up and look at her, as they snickered about what had just occurred to her. It seemed like once one person knew, everyone knew in the town. Her steps were light as she found herself coming in the door of her shack. She had always lived on the outskirts of the town, near the woods. The woods made her feel safe and at home, The people around her didn't. Helena would have shuffled inside, her eyes still stained red and she'd let out a sniffle as if to let her family members she was home. Her dad glared up at her and let out a grunt as if he was already pissed at her and her mom just ignored her. Helena didn't like being ignored, it made her go insane. Helena had just stayed silent as she walked into her room. Her brother had watched from afar, before scurrying to her room. His name is Nathan. Nathan was one to speak boldly and loudly. "Tell me sister, what went down". Helena turned away from him"oh dearest brother, they'll do anything to get me burned"
Nathan sat down beside her " but sister that can't be, can it?' Helena would bury her knees up to her chest " the jury looks at every move you make. They stare at the color of your hair, the way you move your hands. I could provide the realest evidence and I'd still be convicted of being a devil worshipper and doing witchcraft" Nathan soon rested his head against one of helena's pillows. "I don't want you to go sister, you don't deserve that '' Helena soon kissed Nathan's head, trying to calm him down." don't worry, I won't" Nathan would have soon walked out of her room. Helena stood there in silence, in utter and complete silence. Her eyes looked on the ceiling above her, She hated this.She hated how people took one look and judged you, They will never ask what you doing and that's the way it's always been and will be.
