Witchs Or Illness 

    I watched in horror holding my younger brother as my mother whom had been imprisoned was marched threw the woods. Into the thickest of the them towards the deepest lake. The stone chained to her ankle was much too heavy for her frail body to carry so the men had to help her. All because that stupid child had said she'd seen her flying. My mother couldn't fly! I've known her my whole life and I knew this to be true. Yet, no else even thought twice about it. A little while ago my youngest brother had fallen very ill my mother had stopped going to church so she could care for him. 

     I walked as close to my mother as they would allowe me to. This would be the last time I feared that I wouldsee her. I wasn't there the day they had taken her away. No I was in school where the other children no longer played with me or my two healthy younger siblings. Once my mother had been accused they begain ignoring us and calling us the spawn of a witch. The twins haven't stopped crying since they scratched witch into their desks at school. Actually since our mother was thrown in jail. I wanted nothing more than to see her, but not like this. 

   Not for the last time. Not when she was about to plundge into icy water never to resurface again. I stood and watched my mother inch closer to the edge and stop. She stood there frozen staring at her reflection in the water. The preacher spoke and I looked at him. How dare he! How dare he take my mother away from me I can't believe this is real. I'm dreaming! My mother's green eyes looked at mine. She mouthed something to me. Please wake up Isabella! Wake up! My mother's golden hair disappeared undre the dark surface of the water. NO! I ran to the edge being held back by my father. She would come up any second now! She had to she was only playing around like at the pond near our house. Yes she would come up and laugh and hug me telling us to relax. 

   She never did come back up. I've spent my whole life wishing it had been a dream. Watching my brother's grow up and have families. The whole time remembering the words my mother had said to me before she took that plundge on that terrible day. 

"I love you all"