The Monster They Created

This feeling is new. This feeling of terror, to be specific. Everyone at some point gets scared. Perhaps it was a story your parents told you or a nightmare you had to endure. But I doubt most other people can grasp the fear of one moment celebrating the end of a harvest to being thrown in a prison carriage, being sent to some unknown place.As the crowd's laughter rang in my ears, my thoughts tried to sort through what happened in the last ten minutes. My knees were tucked against my chest, my breath short and shaky. The burn from the brander stinging and sizzling in my ear, reminding me I was now a prisoner.
I grasped my hair in my hand.
Black as the night.
Only one person has that hair color, and she is a monster.

---New chapter published reached Monday!

*This is a work in progress and I hope to publish it someday so feedback is wonderful.
**Sorry if it is not the best, I'm only a high schooler and don't have much experience