A little something I started a while back. It isn't finished, like a few of the things I'm putting on here now, but I hope you enjoy it.
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I am here because of me, and I have no one else to blame for it. I could say she manipulated me, that I was simply a pawn in her little game, but I won’t. I will not give her all of the credit, nor will I lie and say that she used me; if I was used, I wanted to be used and I cannot “cover up” the truth of the matter, though I am sure you neglect to believe me unless I start at the beginning of our story, my adventure, my heart wrenching-
Just kidding.
I went on too long with that first part. Are you going to behead me now? If you do, you won’t get the story....
Oh?
I’m glad.
Of course...
I would like to ask if you like long stories.
...I see. You need my “long story”, huh?
Then let me speak, dammit! I’m starting at the very beginning, it may take a while. Maybe it would be better to exec-
Fine.
Fine!
I was born into an exceptionally poor family in the woods across the marshes, near a small meadow that my siblings and I enjoyed playing in. My father hadn’t always been poor, he told us; we had lost all of our fortune to a man wearing a black coat that my father saw one day but never crossed again. He swindled my father out of his livelihood- and his status.
There was a couple that often visited us in the summertime who struck me as mysterious- but not necessarily bad- people, who had a daughter. Her name was Adelia.
Adelia was my age, and we hit it off right away. She was adventurous and wild; I was adventurous too, but I was the one who always would ask, “What if we get caught, Adelia?”
She would always reply as she pulled up her little skirts, “Oh, don’t be such a wimp, James!”
I didn’t like being called a wimp, so I always did what she wanted, not knowing that she was simply goading me on until I got older, but when I became enlightened to it, I didn’t mind. Adelia has aways been a strong woman and I like that about her. She wasn’t afraid of anything or anyone...except me, when I got into a mood.
Over time, the kingdom we lived in started to become a corrupt and filthy place, filled with fear and greed- don’t act as if I’m lying to you, sir- and suddenly Adelia and her family’s visits became less and less frequent. Certain turmoil struck. Suddenly the meadow wasn’t even “ours” anymore. My father, who made enough money to keep us all healthy, suddenly lost his job. The tax collectors came.
And with those tax collectors came slaveholders.
