Chapter 29: Thrown Away Like Trash
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Lucia's pov
As soon as the guards removed the rope from my body, i fell flat to the ground. My bones were weak, so as my muscles.
"So what did you say you saw happen in the scence as tou guys started running along?" Madam betty asked him, drawing his closer.
"The breeze continued blowing, stones hitting on the running guards, making them stumble to the ground and as they all fell down, the breeze started swirling at a spot. The storm calming down and everyone paused, looking at it.
I was thinking it would just end not knowing it was going to cause q heavy disaster than before. The guards that were om the ground started staggering up and as all stood, wanting to walk away, the tornado raced towards them, knocking them off to the ground."
All the slaves that were around started running off, we bevame scattered, littered around. Everyone looking for the best perfect place to hide.
After sometime, the tornado started reducing and we all became calm, waiting for it to go down finally."
Madam Betty couldn't believe her eyes. She was surprised. Overly shocked. With her hands akimbo, she stood with her mouth wide opened.
"So this was what happened that day? Woah! I didn't think of such." She said, shifting her eyes to me on the floor.
I pretended like someone not hearing what she was saying with him, i do not really want her to think i know what happened, because madam betty is fund of doing shits.
She always have nasty issues like anger and the rest, thats why everyone in the pack avoids her. I haven't even seen her with any friends ever since.
"Lucia!" She called my name.
I opened my eyes slowly, like someone waking up from trance, then she continued, "Stand up and leave thie place." She roared.
Hmm. How do i do this now? My whole body is weak, my legs are weak, hands and feet. Even if i do not feel pains ftom the wounds i may have gotten but i feel so bad here.
I feel like i have loosed so much blood and i needed food to eat with water too. My throat is dry, super dry.
"Didn't you hear what i just said? I said move away from this place, now."
Without wasting much time again, I staggered from the ground, using the floor as a balance to stabilize my movement upward.
Once i was up, i started staggering, walking slowly out of the premises of the courtyard.
As i moved, some of the slaves who were watching from the crowd shifted as i walked past them. They move like people who are irritated, or as if i wasn't among their class.
I felt bad.
I tried approaching the hostel and the people at the front of it all hissed immediately they saw me. I locked around, their faces were filled with disgust and contempt.
What should i di now?
How do i explain myself that i wasn't the one that killed those guards? I know that they wouldn't believe me, no matter how i tried.
According to what that othe slave with madam betty said, it was a storm that attacked those people, not me.
Or do they think i was the one that ignited the storm? I didn't even know what happened.
I was just at the point of death and all thaes thing cane to pass. This isn't my making at all.
"Isn't she the silent killer?" One girl in the midst of a group of girls blared out.
"She is. How can someone be so wicked? even to the extent of killing the three of them, not even letting them live, like giving them injuries or sort off. She just went ahead to kill them straight.
I feel madam betty isn't giving her the kind of treatment she deserves. She needs to be put to death so she cam see how painful it is to watch yourself dying." Another said disdainfully.
At this point, i do not think i can go into the hostel, these girls were at the front of it woth their hands crossed on their chest.
And as they were speaking, they made their voice audible, so others that were staring started looking at me too.
No way again.
I turned my back and started heading out if the palace, i do not even know where i am to go again. I am confused at this point. My life is just filled with bitterness and sufferings.
I was heading to the hills. My safe place. Not safe any longer though. But mow, anything that wants to happen to me should. I have made up my mind to die.
After all, its three days remaining. I will leave this cruel world to stay in paradise with the moon goddess.
I raced to the place and my steps were slow and steady.
All of a sudden, my stomacg started grumbling, bitting and turning. My hands involuntarily transferred to it, so i clenched it hard, pressing it inside, rubbing it.
But the pains was much, i had to pause in my steps, holding onto my stomach. Whats the cause of this pains right now.
I know i am hungry but there is nothing around to eat. I looked up, searching and scanning with my slightly blurred eyes.
Close to the stream there are fruits trees all over, ripe and beautiful. Seeing that, a glint of hope curse through me.
I managed to move, walking slowly towards the stream. I cannot wait to drink water from there too.
I just hope it wouldn't irritate my stomah because the last time i had tried this, i had running stomach so long and vowed never to eat or drink anyhow.
But right now, i have no choice.
As i got to the stream, the tree was way taller than me and my stomach hurts from standing straight to plunge it.
Not wanting to make a mistake of trying and falling into the stream, my shoulders slumped and i heaved a depressed sigh, walking under the big tree which i always relax on.
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