News From the Town Crier

She looked at her hands, mortified about what was happening. All the blood was rushing from a wound which she couldn't identify. All she could do was look down at her hands, which were stained with blood. That was all she could remember before she blacked out. No one heard her scream.They ignored her cries. No one would turn to help her when she was in need of it.  Everything was horrible for her since the accusation. It was a girl named Abigail Williams which started the ball rolling. They used to be close when they were a bit younger. Both were also close in another way. They were both witches. Abigail more than herself. She would always taunt her when she couldn't perform a spell right or when she couldn't make things go to her will. And all she did was try harder and harder. Eventually she became better than Abigail. And Abigail was having none of it. She put a curse on her one Sunday night. A night which was supposed to be sacred for those in the small town of Harden. Now everything she feared would happen happened.

Now in the town, it wasn't unusual for young girls to become pregnant. Though most towns frowned upon it, it was kind of like a sport. There were small children running rampant through the town. However, it was not seen as indecent. To her, it was something she wouldn't want to ever do. But it happened. That night. Her father came home drunk. He was at the local bar and quite frankly was so drunk he could barely crawl home. But some how, he was able to take the virginity of her. Somehow she let her guard down. Somehow. But it didn't kill her. Yet. She was wondering how long before people started to talk. Before they started to give their "sympathy" to her. It was going to be a bloodbath of fake niceness. She knew she couldn't leave here since her mother was still here. She didn't want the same thing to happen to her.

 

She walked into the bathroom, her legs shaking slightly to her weight. She filled the basin with water to bathe herself. She looked at the white porcelain bowl in front of her. Her hands gripped the sides as she went for the heave. Blood and vomit mixed themselves into the bowl. She looked at the mixture which made her sick again. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She was shaking, which made it harder for her to take off her gown. She placed a foot into the basin and then the other. She silently sat down and leaned on the edge of it. Her head was tilted towards the sky and her eyes were close. Her unknown wound quickly turned the tub red. She reached for the soap and pulled down her body, trying to clean herself as best she could. The soap was slowly turning red. She placed it back into its holder and let her hand go limp. Her eyes snapped open and her head turned slightly. She knew this wasn't the end.

"Aiyana?" asked a small voice. She turned all the way around. And there she was. Her little sister, Ana.

 

Author's Note

So this is a historical fiction story so don't pay attention to some of details which may be off. Also, i didn't edit this cause I think its fine. Sooo yeah ^^ Enjoy!