Chapter 82
’Is this where it ends?’ I wondered, my heart sinking deeper into fear. ’Am I being held here to be killed? Or is Ma’am Elena trying to help me?’
Confusion tightened its grip on me. If she was trying to help, why was I locked away like a prisoner? And why hadn’t she come to see me herself?
I wiped away the tears that had started to fall, feeling utterly helpless. "Maybe this is my fate," I whispered to myself. "Maybe I’m just meant to end up here... forgotten."
Tears kept streaming down my face as I thought about everything I had promised my friends. ’I vowed to keep them safe, to fight for them. But why am I always the one trapped, in danger? And are they even worth dying for?’
I closed my eyes, trying to calm my racing thoughts. But instead of peace, a memory flooded my mind.
***Flashback***
"Mohandia, do you think we’re enemies?" I had asked, my voice calm but probing.
She turned to face me, her eyes burning with fury. "If we’re not enemies, then what are we? You are not a friend to me, so that makes us enemies," she spat, her voice sharp and angry.
I shook my head gently. "That’s where you’re wrong. We’re not enemies. None of us are. We’re all here because of circumstances beyond our control, forced into a life we never wanted. We may be slaves, but we’re suffering under the same sky, Mohandia."
She said nothing, her gaze dropping to the floor. The anger in her eyes began to falter as I continued.
"I’m not your enemy. No one here is. We all came to this place because the world outside turned its back on us. If anything, we should stand together. We need each other to survive... and to find happiness, even in a place like this."