MILDRED
PATHETIC AND HOPELESS
I stared at the bandage on my neck one last time before pulling a turtle-neck shirt over it. I did not want the council to see just how deeply and how unpleasant Enid's anger had settled on me.
I did not want to risk his crown.
I thought over and over again how boldly I had behaved, slapping Enid so hard on the face and speaking too boldly about cursing him.
I regretted all of that now my anger had left me. I regretted hurting Enid. I did not want to be the person he was to me. I did not want to hurt people just because I was mad.
I brushed my hair down. My face was flushed from the pain I was feeling around my neck. It was difficult for me to turn or bend. Talking seemed to be a task as well.
No one was ever going to believe me I did not take the m
