Cree
I cried myself to sleep. There was no way to know the day or time. Just cold, dimly lit space surrounding me. As I sat up, I bought my knees to my chest and hugged myself tight, slightly shivering. If I had powers, I could at least get warm. I sighed, tears beginning to fill my eyes again.
Is anyone even looking for me? Will they find me? Am I going to be killed? I bought my head down to rest on my knees and sobbed uncontrollably. Do the Wiccan Gods hate me? How could they bring such misery to my existence?
A headache started to come on, making me lose my train of thought.
“Ugh!” I tried to stand, leaning back on the wall for support. The pain became excruciating as I fell back down to the floor.
“Dear, Rosalee! Please make it stop!” I was holding my head, gasping for air and
