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"Father... how could you?" a small voice whispered in the dead silence of the cold air. "Why did you kill them?"
Staring into the charred remains of the home I use to live in. I was the eldest child of five children, and the only one who held a constant job of working in barns and in the fields. I had only been ten at the time, and had been working for two years.
We lived in a poor village, the only thing we were able to do was work to survive. The other villages were too far away from us to get to since it took more than a day to travel to them. It also wasn't uncommon to have marriages inside ones family. I myself was engaged to my cousin who was at the time twice my age. As I said, it wasn't an uncommon occurrence in our village for it was so hard to travel anywhere for less than a day.
It was a chilly day, very close to winter time, and we were taking in the last of our harvests, and getting the fields ready for next spring. I had finished for the day, since it was mid-noon, and I had been working since the sun had risen that morning. As I walked home, I wondered what my mother was doing with my younger siblings, the youngest was born just months before and the others were in between.
As I walked past the village, I noticed smoke in the sky, coming from the direction of my home. There were no other males in the village, for they were all out in the fields working on the harvests. I picked up the skirts of my dusty dress and started running towards my home. I tripped a few times as I ran, catching my skirts on some bushes. When I reached my house, it was up in flames, and the screams of my family sounded through my ears, and I knew I would never be able to get that sound out of my ears. As I tentatively walked up towards the house, I saw a figure standing in front of it. I knew from the shape and build that it was my father, causing me to freeze, but it was too late, for my foot stepped on a twig, snapping it in half, and my father's eyes shot to where I was.
I tensed as my father's body turned towards me. My heart sped up, and my mind only knew one thing. Fear. My father was known for violent outbreaks, and his mean streak, no one in the village messed with my father, no one even talked to him, or looked at him the wrong way, for he could easily snap at any incident. When I looked into my father's eyes, my heartbeat doubled in fear, for his eyes were wild and non human. I don't even know if he knew what he really was doing.
"Still alive Jezebel?" my father sneered, making me wince, I hated my name. "I thought you were inside with the others, but it seems I'll just need to take care of you personally." He mused while picking up one of his swords.
I took a step backwards afraid for my life, the cries of my family had died as the fire continued to blaze. I gulped the last of the moisture in my mouth as he drew closer, letting me smell the alcohol on his breath. I wrinkled my nose in disgust as my body shivered a bit as the light shone off his sword. I'm not sure what had happened next, it still escapes me, even if I thought long and hard on it.
As my father started charging at me, with pure intent on killing me, I became frozen with fear. He raised his sword and let out a cry, at this time my natural reactions kicked in, adrenalin pumped through my veins and what I remember next was hearing the calls and yells of the males of the village as they appeared in front of the house. I was standing above my father, his sword in my hands, and blood dripping off of the blade into the puddle between my feet. I wasn't very aware of what was being said around me. I was still trying to figure out what had happened. The sword was taken from my hands, and my arms soon hang at my sides, and when I looked down, I noticed I was covered in blood, which made me somewhat wonder where it came from.
It was noisy in front of my home, I couldn't concentrate, I couldn't even think for life of me. All I heard was noise, but not words. I felt someone take hold of my arm, leading me away from the bunt down home and my dead father. I felt like I wasn't there, that I wasn't actually living, just watching from a suspended space. Days passed, and judgment had been made. I was taken to the East Indian Trading Company and left for their judgement.
My mind though was no where near that, my mind was just concentrated on one thing...
I had killed my father, and had allowed my family to perish in the fire that my father had created...