The Witch Trials

Chapter 2

I wake up to a damp ground beneath me and the smell of rot. I am going to be hanged today. When I remember that I burst out in tears.
"No!!!!! No!!! No!! No! No." I sink back to the floor in tears. "Please no," I whisper to no one as I grip the cold iron bars.
I look across the street and see men preparing the rope that will snap the life out of me. A crowd gathers to watch. In a few minutes, my neck will snap. I don't see my family. I am glad, they shouldn't have to see this.
A few minutes later two men come to my cage and open the lock.
"Come". The one on the left says. His voice is mean and raspy.
"No! Please! I'm innocent!!" I beg and cling to the bars. The other one climbs in the cage and kicks me hardly. I fly out of the cage that is raised above the ground. I land on the hard stone street and the skin on my arms is all messed up and filled with dirt. My face took only a little of the impact, so my nose is bleeding, but not broken, not that it would matter anyway.
"Get up now!" They yell and grab me by my long blonde hair, pulling me up. I scream. People are watching and gasping at me, like I should go willingly or something? They grab me and pull me across the street, towards my death. Being hanged is better than the other options, burned, drowned... if there can be a better way to be killed that is.
I am taken on top of the stage thing and they prepare to put the rope around my neck.
"Do you have any last words? Confess your sins and you may be forgiven by The Lord." A man asks me. He is dressed nicely, is this his job?!
"I'm innocent, I-" I can't continue. I just throw up over and over again, right on the feet of those who came to watch me die. They gasp and jump back, as if I cursed the food in my stomach. One does not back up. He looks not too much older than me, with dark hair and grey eyes. He looks horrified and angry but not at me, at the rope hanging behind my heaving body.
When my stomach is empty I just cry and hiccup.
"Very well than. This girl, Rowen Hallow, has been accused of using witchcraft. As our country's policy, she is to be hanged for this crime". He resited. I can see that he has done this before. I stare at him and feel the buzzing in my head I get when my psychic powers are active. I can see what the man is thinking. He hates me. Suddenly a bag is placed over my trembling head. It's dark inside and smells stale, I wonder how many people have died in this bag. Then I feel the rope going over my head and being tightened. I scream so loud people in the crowd mutter at each other and gasp. I know that soon the wooden plank beneath me will drop, and my life will go with it.
There is a sound then the floor drops. Suddenly, instead of dying, the rope crumbles and I fall to the ground. I take the bag off my head and look around. People are running and the men who put me here are on fire. The boy I saw earlier grabs me and then everything goes black.