Prison Treatment

|Micah's Point Of View|

It feels like I've been in the cell forever. The lump that has formed at the back of my throat never leaves, and the guilt in the pit of my stomach keeps on eating me whole. The guard who lashed at me is outside my cell, guarding as if his life depends on it. And I am not complaining.

What the hell did I even do... I marked the Princess of my kingdom, and... it feels so unreal.

I know I've fucked up.

The royals will, at any time, order someone to kill me. They won't spare me... but I hope they won't harm my parents. They don't have to do anything about my silly act. They are innocent.

I hear a door open, the creak of it and the sound of it scraping against the stone ground. I feel a dreadfulness taking over me, wondering who it might be. It might be the person who's going to decide whether I live or not-- but I only see the dejected faces of my parents in my eyesight.

"King and Queen allowed his parents to meet him." a new guard says to the guard who's been kil