Cassie Robert
My heart races rapidly as I stare down at the floor. My body feels so weak and my head feels heavy. I have many thoughts conflicting in my mind.
The courtroom is suddenly overpowered by silence, which adds to my fear. All these years of living in pain, I have always wished that I die, but at this point that I see my doom standing in front of me and staring back at me, I feel so scared. I am scared, not because of death, but because of the tortures that accompany it. For the seed of a traitor, as he called my father, I don't think he would want to grant me an easy death without making me go through pain.
Taking me down memory lane, my heart hurts deeply as the thought of my father spurs through me. All he ever brought to me was pain, I never got the love I deserved from
