She was born a silent walker,
Traveled day to day,
Her people called her Belle,
Until she had to run away.
A/n) this goes along with my story "Civil affairs" they don't need to be read in any order this is just like what happened to Belle/Confederate America, after the civil war,
I looked back staring at me brother one last time. His eyes shone in victory but also defeat. I turned my back and kept walking. Faint tears streaming down my face as I counted the costs.
That was the day, my life changed. I lost my chances of ever having land of my own and I was left with nothing.
I wandered until days until I found myself in Dallas. Hiding was the word. I never looked back. Now here is where things get rough, this is where it all changed.
I looked around, smoke filled every crack of the concrete cell I sat in. I stood up and instantly began beating against the walls hoping by a chance someone would hear me. I felt the choking fumes fill my nose as I sat tight against a corner trying to cover my eyes and nose.
My eyes drained to a agonizing black, then it was clear. My head was still spinning and I couldn't clearly see anything straight. Someone grabbed my shoulder and drug me along from what I could hear the bank of a river.
"Stand back!" I snapped tugging free from the heated grip of whoever it was.
"Confederate we need to move now!"
"What?" I asked in a low airless voice.
"America is attacking, come on!"
A/n) I know another short intro. But of course these are diary entries she was writing about what happened to her at the end of the civil war, did she really move in with Canada or Mexico? What really happened. This is why I wrote "Diary of a rebel" for, plus I just really wanted to!