liabilities

execution

her footsteps echo like the executioner has come to do his will.

along with Jem, and others.

she has no reason to fear others.

she rules single handedly, no one wants to confront her.

her reign is unparalleled, she is queen and we are all just her subjects.

no one else wants to become like me.

she grabs me by the neck, corners me, with them looking on.

she whispers how everyone hates me, how I should die.

as her nails dig scars, she scoffs at my pitiful state, at how I was so ugly, no one would ever want me.

I look pleadingly at those who were once my friends, I look at Jem.

he looks away.

as she releases me, she hits me, twice, I try not to cry, I try not to be weak.

and as I crumble to the floor, I hear the laughter.

with Jem's dark chuckle among them.