Hated and Loved.

s that I could hardly get a word. My heart was in fear and panic following the court's doom a week ago. As I stood behind two men, wh

poured cold waters from the taps. The mates claimed that I never showered for a week since my arrival and therefore all disliked me. I walked

neither. The cube officers and the prison warden too never liked me. They all unveiled my slip to everyone in there, and he went further to war

ce as I feared. He claimed that I had come into contact with him almost rolling off the food in his hands, which was a total misconception. Everyone was against me once

did. It was so unfair and inflictive. The food was no more than bitter herbs. They were all tasteless, and beside

t done, boy!” He said in a terrible voice that left my ears in pain. All this time I was staring at him as he walked away and as I was deep in sorrowful thoughts, little did

d out loudly and sarcastically. Not only that, but I thought of what to do next, but my minds were totally troubled and couldn't do that either. They were not humane as

uys were to me. My minds over judged me for what I allowed myself into. So confused and embarrassed all the time. The guiltiness in me rarely allowed me to think twice of my decisions. As I stood still

ery pain and every stress in my life, no more suffering and disgrace. Slowly I went on and picked up the scarf. I stared at it for some tim