Ripped Away

by PersonFromAfar

"Don't be afraid, dear,''

"Don't be afraid, dear,'' my mother whispered,

"Don't be afraid, dear,'' my mother whispered, "I will always be with you."

She placed her bruised hand shakily onto my chest.

She placed her bruised hand shakily onto my chest. The cart moaned steadily.

I cried out, straining against the chains, against the man holding me tightly.

Tears streamed down as my mother's broken face disappeared from sight.