"HEY!! AUTUMN"
I looked-up.
"YES YOU!!"
Here we go again. Stupid idiot that you are. In that passed year have you not learned to not look-up when someone talks.
"SO!! YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD GET AWAY WITH IT, DIDN'T YOU!!"
Cause if you do you will get punished for whatever someone did outside this dungeon.
"YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE SMART. WELL?? WELL??
OK I'LL TELL YOU YOU'RE NOT. YOU'RE A PITTY LITTLE WITCH, THEY SHOULD'VE BURNED YOU ALREADY!!" And while he said that he hit me with his fist, several times, on random parts on my body. He didn't stop until I was crying and bagging for forgiveness.
In this time people don't like witches, they are associated with death. That's something they don't want to deal with for the biggest part of their lives. They just want to walk around not having to worry about death.
It's been a year since I've wandered around, not thinking about my death. It's been a year since I could walk around at all, because a year ago the world found out what I was.
A year in the dungeon, they don't treat me well. I'm as dirty as a pig and as skinny as a rake. I became so skinny because they don't give me much to eat. Sometimes I don't get anything to eat for days. In the beginning it was hard to handle but after a while you don't feel hungry anymore. Very slowly your appetizer starts fading away, like a ship that's sailing away on a day that the sky looks like milk and you can't see where the sky ends and the water begins.
In prison you spend most of your time alone, it gives you a lot of time to think. Most of the time I'm thinking about the time my parents were alive and the only thing I had to worry about was me.
