Abandoned

Prologue

 An immensely cold breath of air escaped me. For the 36th time I was trapped in my own dreadfully unpleasant imagination. It was the same lady, the judge in the flee-infested, white, powdered wig with her dark skin and mocking, unattractive scowl. She was quite an intimidating person.

"March twenty-first, twenty-three-sixty-five. Daniela Harris," I felt the need to correct my name to 'Dana' but did not. "There are eye witnesses giving evidence that you are the attempted-murder on Patrick Mellvin, leaving him with permanent injuries and scars. Do you plead guilty?"

"No. No!!" I informally squealed. "Please I don't know who did this but it was not me! Please."

Nothing changed in her emotionless eyes; pity was all that was engraved in them.

"You are hereby sentenced to three years confinement in the continent of Antarctica." These were the final words she spoke to me. The courtroom was then abandoned while fierce tears concaved from my sorrowful, teal eyes.

The dream had finished, once again as a recount from my disastrous experience that led me to the fate I was receiving today. The ground stopped moving once my eyes had opened; the ship had reached its destination. I could barely peek out of the small, circular window to see the surroundings that would be my home for the next three years, the punishment I would serve for a crime I was beyond committing.

My name is Dana (Daniela) Harris, I am, at the moment, 19 years of age, the year is 2365 and as a new form of punishment I was forced to serve 3 years confinement in a new environment; the abandoned city of Antarctica.