The Poisoined Apple

Prologue

I don't know how many days, weeks or maybe months I've been in here. It's always dark. No window to let any single light to pass by. Now I know what a blind feels like and I'm glad that my eyes have adjusted to darkness. And it would be difficult for me to look straight into the light though my eyes were yearning for sunlight.

I stretched my arms forward while I was sit crossed but it didn't help to ease the strain that my metal chains gave. It smells iron, rust...and blood. The sound of my chain echoed in this jail, dungeon, my cell... Whatever I called it, it's all the same. All I knew, its the sound that reminds me I'm not safe, yet I'm alone. Because I learned that whenever there is darkness, there is danger. Darkness is the mother of danger.

I bend my neck to my right and lift my arm to scratch my scalp. I wonder when was the last time I take a bath? Of course before the day she hunt you down. Yeah I will never forget that day. The first thing I'm gonna do when I get out of here was to take a bath. That is when you will be ever get out of here. Yes... My inner thoughts was always right. Using my thumb and my index finger, I rub the strand of my hair. I'm glad they're as black as coal so they don't looked like covered in dirt and oil like this walls around me.

I lay down and curl like a baby in a womb of her mother. I'm cold. It's cold in here. No blanket. The only thing that separates my skin from this frozen ground was my rugged and dump dress, I'm thankful it has a long skirt, I can cover my feet with it.

I curve my upper lip inward to water it with my dry saliva. The chopped line hurts. They feed for only once a day and sometimes they skipped. The only fresh food they left me since I got here was this apple laying still in front of me. Or should I say the Poisoned Apple. Eating that would be the last thing you wanna do.

I don't know how many times I think about what she said. She offers me another life where I can see my mother and my father. But I didn't push it in my mind. I need to save my land. But each day I spent here...I'm losing all my hopes. My sight starts to blurry, and I just blink away my tears. It will be useless if I cry here. It will just dry out the extra liquid in my body.

I reach for the apple. I smell it. It always stays fresh, sweet scent and...red. I press my other hand on the ground to push my self and sit. I stare at this beautiful apple. It never dies while I age here and I bet I'll be the first one to die.

Or maybe... I should just accept the fact that I will never get out of here. That I should just accept her offer and live another life with my parents. But... How about William? I know he's looking for me. I know he will find me. He's the only reason why I'm still breathing.