walls and wonder what’s beyond them.
The Elders tell me that nothing but sin, sadness, and disease lie beyond the
Sometimes I hear things, noises that are strange to me. They’re often faint,
and when I ask the Elders what those sounds are, they tell me they are the
tortured souls of thousands of people behind the gates of hell. I don’t know
what they mean.
I dream of leaving these walls, but the Elders insist this is the only place
we’re safe. They talk about danger, hatred, and the devil himself waiting just
beyond. They tell us the walls were built to keep us safe.
Although I believe the Elders, I want to see the outside world for myself.
But there’s no way out.
Or so I thought…
the back of my neck, squeezes, and pulls me along to the bath. He dunks my head
into the water, I try to scream and fight him. As I inhale, I take in water,
unable to catch my breath because my head is held under.
head, and I try to suck air into my lungs. “Stop!” I manage to splutter.
plays in the background. “We are your family. Beyond the wall is death. Beyond
the wall is evil. You will die if you leave. Only we can protect you.”
head straight under the water again. I barely have the chance to get air into
my lungs. I’m trying to fight him, clawing at his arms to let me up. I try to
scream again, but I’m only taking in more water. My body is in agony, my chest
is exploding with fire and sizzling pain.
head, leans down and whispers, “We are your family. Beyond the wall is death.
Beyond the wall is evil. You will die if you leave. Only we can protect you.”
not! Family doesn’t do this.”
chuckles, then adds, “You’re a hard one to break.” Then quickly submerges my
head again under the water. I try to fight him again. But I feel his other hand
come up to the back of my head, holding me under.
are loud, and I can still hear them. But the panic inside my body is enough to
fuel me to hold strong. “We are (not) your family. Beyond the wall is (life
not) death. Beyond the wall is (good and not) evil. You will die (live) if you
leave. Only we can (won’t) protect you.”
head. I try to breathe in, knowing what he’s going to continue doing. I save my
words and strength, it’s no use fighting with him. Not when he’s got control
over me just by his mere size and power.
**Write something worth reading**I’m Margaret and I’m a self-published author.
fortunate in obtaining New York Times best-selling status on my YA/NA book –
Ugly, and my YA book – Mistrust.My last six books have been YA and I’m completely in love with the genre. I
love being able to communicate with people through my words and stories.
My writing genres all differ, but the one thing I keep consistent is my
heroines. All my female lead characters are strong, gutsy and not the ‘perfect’
woman. While my books all have romantic elements in them, they aren’t just
about the romance. They’re about finding strength, acceptance and making life
I hope you enjoy my stories as much as I have while writing them.