Imperfect

Part 7

I once read a poem that said "Don't wait until it's to late to tell someone how much you love, how much you care. Because when they're gone, no matter how loud you shout and cry, they won't hear you anymore." At that time these words held no meaning to me, for I had never lost someone so dear. I had not once in my life felt that unbearable pain in my chest as if someone held my heart in the palm of their hand, and squeezed every drop of life from it. But now the pain had seeped its way into me. It over shadowed and took hold of my body. That poem that I had once read, those words that held no meaning, the suffering I had never felt before. It all meant something to me now.

We were taken to a seller beneath the king's castle. A small dark room with two rusty beds and a door made of metal bars. No windows, no light, just the cold darkness surrounding us.

We sat there in the darkness with only the sound of our thoughts echoing in our heads. None of us spoke a word. What was there to say? The trauma of having witnessed the decapitation of our mother left us numb to the bone. So we sat in slum silence awaiting our tragic fate to come.

A very tall man dressed in a white suite approached the other side of the seller. He was accompanied by a shorter plump man carrying a scroll like rolled up paper. The plump man unraveled the paper and read. "Ordered by the king. The three sisters Valencia,Ninnetta, and Zorah Carlithia have been trialled with committing the crime of treason. The punishment shall be a hanging at dawn." He lowered the paper to his side then glanced up at the taller man. The man in white peered through the metal bars, and to my frightening surprise met my eyes. As he glared at me it felt like his eyes were looking not at me but through me. As if he was examining something inside me. I did not take comfort in his stare so I quickly looked down trying my best to escape his eyes. When I glanced back up the two men where already walking away.

"A hanging at dawn." Valencia chuckled. "Do they honestly think their little punishment will fall through? Imbeciles!" Judging by the way she spoke it was apparent that she might know something we didn't. "What do you mean Valencia?" I asked. She crossed her arms over her chest and made a "huff" sound. "What I mean is there's no way the members of the rebellion would let the children of one of their most esteem leaders be killed on the kings order. They'll save us, im sure of it!" She pronounced "How can you be so sure? Their on the outside, were on the inside. How could they possibly save us!? "For some reason this came out louder then intended. She turned to me staring into my eyes and said "I know they will. Mother was well prepared of just this situation and im sure others are too." How could she be so confident? How could she be so calm? And then the memories of her unchanging emotion as she watched our mother died crossed my mind, and without thinking my lips began forming words. "Why didn't you do anything?" I heard myself ask. "How could you just sit there, watching our mother die and not do a thing!? You just watched!" I felt hot tears swell in my eyes. I turned away from her and buried my face in my hands. "What was I suppose to do?" She said calmly at first. "WHAT WAS I SUPPOST TO DO NINNETTA!? Tell me since obviously what you did was any better then me doing nothing!" I could hear the anger ripping though her and escaping through her voice. I could feel her eyes burning holes into my skin, but I didn't move. I just stayed facing the other way. This must have angered her even more because in a matter of seconds she had sprung from the other side of the caller, whipped me around, and held me up by the caller of my dress. "At least I didn't look away" She breath fully said in my face. "I gave mother the respect she disserved in her last moments of life... but you Ninnetta.. All you could do was turn away in fear. That's all you ever do is look away." She dropped me to the ground and walked back to the other side of the caller without another word. I now found myself shaking. Never had Valencia spoken to me in such a way. Her words were filled with so much hatred and disgust towards me. I was afraid of my own sister.