The Wolf Without A Name

The person opens the small square door, above me. Creating a loud sound.

"Come girl," she called me.

That was my name. A name given to me by Phyllis. My grandma. The person who had place me within this cell as my punishment.

Ever since I could remember.

I don't remember, ever going outside, nor remember how it looked. I can only recollect seeing the light from outside, peeking through the crack walls of the cell.

I held on to each side of my discoloured, white, frilly dress and slowly walked up to the small door. Looking up.

"Come, take this food from me," she said to me angrily; while she pushed the plate of food through the door above me.

I quickly took it from her. Tipping on my toes, reaching for it; not wanting to cause any trouble, and went over to the cold, concrete wall to sit. Placing the plate on my lap.

She watched me from above, of every step I'd made.

Terrified of her, I slowly eat the bread and stew chicken.

"It pains me everyday to feed you, handicap. Knowing you were born into this world of rape," she said, scornfully.

"Why is it you have to be the one to live and my beautiful daughter dead?" she again inquired me angrily.

I place down the bread within the white, plastic plate, beside me. Not wanting to eat anymore. losing my appetite to her harsh words.

"You better not waste that fucking food, I worked hard for," she warned me.

I quickly took up a piece of the chicken and again started to eat, terrified of her.

I glimpsed at her and saw she was still staring at me; with great disgust.

"You're born within this world to rob people of their happiness; just like your evil father did to my daughter," she described me. Slamming the cell door, angrily.

I lower my head within my lap and started to cry. Knowing why she had locked me within this cell.

I was a child born of rape and too a murderer.

I killed my mom while she gave birth to me and for that, I'm punished everyday.