Blamed.

Family. Friends. Brothers and sisters. Mother and father. All of them, gone. All gone because of the council. They think whatever they want is the Law. That whatever they says goes.

Here there is no trial. No way to see if you are innocent. No way to help you. If the council thinks you are guilty then you are the one blamed. There is no way to be saved. There is no one to help you. Or in this case, there is no one to help me.

All I can do is write this small journal entry for someone to find. Maybe this will be lost or throw away. Maybe it won't be read for years after I'm gone. But someone needs to know how everything happened. What it is actually like to be the one blamed for a crime that you never committed.

It doesn't happen how the council says it does. They say that the "traitor" is removed from their home and is taken to the council for a fair trial to see if they are guilty and what their punishment is to be. Well that's all lies, all of it. Here is what really happens.

I was sitting at the dinner table with my mother, father, two sisters, three brothers, and my closest friend. Abruptly the front door was kicked down and troops poured into my living room. The head of the council walked in and claimed, "Huntsen Walker is here by pronounced a traitor for the murder of a fellow council member. He is to come with us so we can prepare him for the death sentence."

I remember everything after that seemed like it happened in slow motion. First my mother stood up and started yelling at them. The head of council slapped her and all hell broke loose. My father tackled the head of council, then after him my brothers and friend started fighting back. My sisters went to help mother, while I was froze in fear.

My father, brothers and friend were thrown on the floor next to my mother and sisters, guns pointed to their heads. "He was with us all day, it isn't possible!" my mother shouted. "He has the right to a trial in front of the council!" My brother older yelled.

The head of council ignored my family's pleads and whispered something to one of the troops before exiting the house. Every troop had a gun pointed at my family's head. All of a sudden, without any warning, they all pulled the trigger. All at once my family and closest friend fell to the ground. Dead. I was pulled out of the house, unable to move or fight back. I couldn't believe what I had just witnessed.

That brings you to now. Me writing a letter to you, the reader, whoever you are. I have heard the men guarding my cell talk about how I am to die. They say how the council wants to make an example out of me. They want to show that not even a 16 year old boy can escape the "Law".

They say I am to be thrown in the Arena with the city's "Beast". Usually hundreds of people come to watch. None of them would stop to help. They just cheer like it's some kind of sport. The only time I've ever gone to one is when it was mandatory to go. That rarely ever happens but it happened when I was a small boy. For years I had nightmares about that beast. I have no doubt this is going to be mandatory.

I hear people coming so I think this will be the end for me. At least I will be with family. I never got that fair trial we were all told people got. I never got to say goodbye to my family before they were killed. So many things I didn't get to do before I was blamed.

~Huntsen