Austerity
Prompt: must be written in first person
Oh gods, I beg of you. Please grant my sins forgiveness. If only I had…
No. Don't. I don't deserve it for the atrocious acts I have committed. Some would say they were acts of war, but I know better. War is but an excuse for them to run wild and liberate themselves from their own control. It is their way of justifying the cruel acts they had been hiding deep within their souls, lying in wait for the right moment.
I won't let myself excuse my actions, I won't listen to the others.
"It wasn't your fault," they say.
Then who's fault is it? There is only one to blame and that is myself.
I can't sleep. Every night their faces plague me, sometimes begging me to help them and other times turning their wands on myself just as I did to them.
How can I continue when I know what I did? No charges shall ever be laid against me, so I must lay them against myself. I have always been a woman of justice and I cannot let myself walk away when others have been convicted for less.
Whatever the fates have planned, I shall no longer take part in it.