Behind the veil

1. Chained

I've felt chained my entire life.

Still, it doesn't compare to how trapped I feel now. On a daily basis, there are about seven people who throw dirt at me. While I try to hide, in the small open prison cell that has been my home for the past weeks.

I stare at my feet, bare and bloody, while I feel another wave of embarrassment as someone calls me a worthless bitch. You would guess that by now, I am used to it. And in a way, I am, but the fact that - my once never ending - hope is leaving my body, makes it all the more difficult.

I stare across the open space in the city. Not only was it enough for them to put me in prison, they also needed to put me in this cage in the centre of the village. To be stared, cursed and spit at, every single day. From the first morning light, until it's freezing cold at night. I try to ignore how people glare at me with disgust. Between the houses, I can catch a glimpse of the faraway fields, which are covered in yellow flowers. Their elegant dance with the wind, is the only thing that can take my mind of my current situation. I wish I could hear the waves of the sea that is stretched out after it.

'You freak' echoes while another group of people walk by. It stings. They don't know me, yet they have no trouble judging me. Hating me. I've always been locked away. I always felt like a prisoner. Wondering why my parents wouldn't let me out of the house. Why they couldn't let me talk to anyone. Why they barely talked to me. At least then, I had the written word. My fictional friends and their thrilling adventures to take my mind of reality.

Now, I have nothing. Now, I have to live with the idea, that I killed my parents. That's what I am being accused of, but the only problem is, I didn't do it. That and the fact, that I can still see them.