Abigail Ketner - Branded

Im buried six feet under, and no one hears my screams.

The rope chafes as I loop it around my neck. I pull down, making sure the knot is secure. It seems sturdy enough. My legs shake. My heart beats heavy in my throat. Sweat pours down my back.

Death and I glare at each other through my tears.

I take one last look at the crystal chandelier, the foyer outlined with mirrors, and the flawless decorations. No photographs adorn the walls. No happy memories here.

Im ready to go. On the count of three.

I inhale, preparing myself for the finality of it all. As I drop my hands, a glimmer catches my eye. Its my ring, the last precious gift my father gave me. I twist it around to read the inscription. Picturing his face forces me to reconsider my choice. Hed be heartbroken if he could see me now.

A door slams in the hallway, almost causing me to lose my balance. My thoughts already muddled, I stand waiting with the rope hanging around my neck. Voices I dont recognize creep through the walls.

Curiosity overshadows my current thoughts. Its late at night, and this is a secure building in High Society. No one disturbs the peace hereever. I tug on the noose and pull it back over my head.

Peering through the eyehole in our doorway, I see a large group of armed guards banging on my neighbors door. A heated conversation ensues, and my neighbors point toward my familys home.

It hits me. Ive been accused and theyre here to arrest me.

My father would want me to run, and in that split second, I decide to listen to his voice within me. Flinging myself forward in fear, I scramble up the marble staircase and into my brothers old bedroom. The door is partially covered, but it exists. As I push his dresser aside, my fingers claw at the opening. Breathing hard, I lodge myself against it. Nothing. I step back and kick it with all my strength. The wood splinters open, and my foot gets caught. I wrench it backward, scraping my calf, but adrenaline pushes me forward. The voices at the front door shout my name.

On hands and knees, I squeeze through the jagged opening. My brother left through this passage, and now its my escape too. Cobwebs entangle my face, hands, and hair. At the end, I feel for the knob, twisting it clockwise. It swings open, creaking from disuse. I sprint into the hallway and smash through the large fire escape doors at the end. A burst of cool air strikes me in the face as I jump down the ladder.

Reaching the fifth floor, I knock on a friends window. The lights flicker on, and I see the curtains move, but no one answers. I bang on the window harder.

Let me in! Please! I say, but the lights darken. They know Ive been accused and refuse to help me. Fear and adrenaline rush through my veins as I keep running, knocking on more windows along the way. No one has mercy. They all know what happens to sinners.

Another flight of stairs passes in a blur when I hear the guards heavy footfalls from above. I cant hide, but I dont want to go without trying.

Help me, Daddy. I need your strength now.

My previous desolation evolves into a will to survive. I have to keep running, but I tremble and gasp for air. I steel my nerves and force my body to keep moving. In a matter of minutes, my legs cramp and my chest burns. I plunge to the ground, scraping my knee and elbow. A moan escapes from my chest.

Gotta keep going.

Stop! Their voices bounce off the buildings. Lexi Hamilton, surrender yourself, they command. Theyre gaining on me.

I resist the urge to glance back, running into what I assume is an alley. Im far from our high-rise in High Society as I plunge into a poorer section of the city where the streets all look the same and the darkness prevents me from recognizing anything. Im lost.

My first instinct is to leap into a dumpster, but I retain enough sense to stay still. I crouch and peek around it, watching them dash by. The abhorrent smell leaves me vomiting until nothing remains in my stomach. Desperation overtakes me, as I know my retching was anything but silent. My last few seconds tick away before they find me.

I push myself to my feet and look left, right, and left again. Their batons click against their black leather belts, and their boots stomp the cement on both sides of me. I shrink into myself. Their heavy steps mock my fear, growing closer and closer until I know Im trapped.

Never did I imagine theyd come for me. Never did I imagine all those nights I heard them dragging someone else away that Id join them.

Youre a sinner, they say. Time to leave.

I stand defiant. I refuse to bend or break before them, even as I shiver with fear.

Theres no reason to make this difficult. The more you cooperate, the smoother this will be for everyone, a guard says.

I cringe into the blackness along the wall. Im innocent, but they wont believe me or care.

The next instant, my face slams into the pavement as one guard plants a knee in my back and another handcuffs me. A warm liquid trails into my mouth. Blood. Their fingers grip my arms like steel traps as they peel me off the cement. The tops of my shoes scrape along the ground as Im dragged behind them until they discard me into the back of a black vehicle. The doors slam in unison with one guard stationed on each side of me, my shoulders digging into their arms.

Swallowing hard, I stare ahead to avoid their eyes. My dignity is all I have left. The handcuffs dig into my wrists, so I clasp them together hard behind me and press my back into the seat, unwilling to admit how much it hurts.

Did they need so many guards to capture me?

Im not carrying any weapons, nor do I own any. I dont even know self-defense. High Society frowns on activities like that.

The driver jerks the vehicle around and I try to keep my bearings, but its dark and the scenery changes too fast. Hours pass, and the air grows warmer, more humid the farther we drive. The landscape mutates from city to rolling hills. They dont bother blindfolding me because they escort all the sinners to the same placethe Hole. Twenty-foot cement walls encase the chaos within. Theres no way out and no way in unless they transport you. They say the Hole is a prison with no rules. We learned about it last year in twelfth grade.

To the outside, Im filth now. Ill never be allowed to return to the life I knew. No one ever does.

All sinners go through a transformation, one of the guards says to me. His smirk infuriates me. Im sure youve heard all kinds of stories. I dont respond. I dont want to think about the things Ive been told.

You wont last too long, though. Young girls like you get eaten alive. He pulls a strand of my hair up to his face.

Get your hands off me, you pig. I want to lash out, but resist. The punishment for disobeying authority is severe, and Im not positioned to defy him.

Theyre the Guards of the Commander. Theyre chosen from a young age and trained in combat. They keep the order of society by using violent methods of intimidation. No one befriends a guard. Relationships with them are forbidden inside the Hole.

Few have seen the commander. His identity stays under lock and key. His own paranoia and desire to stay pure drove him to live this way. He controls our depraved society and believes sinners make the human race unforgivable. His power is a crushing fist, rendering all beneath him helpless. So much so, even family members turn on each other when an accusation surfaces. Just an accusation. No trial, no evidence, nothing but an accusation.