Note: Okay I know I shouldn't post this close to New Years or a few days after Christmas but I was depressed. As I was listening to some music I got this idea in my head. It's a tragedy story just so you guys know. If you want me to make this into a short two/three chapter thing then tell and I'll see what I can do.

I'm sorry if I haven't been updating. It's just my laptop went bye bye and I'm using the family computer. My time is limited and most of my files aren't on here. And I'm leaving for Salt Lake tomorrow and I'll be back Sunday. So if I get my laptop fixed while I'm up there then I will update. Other than that it's going to be a blur. I will update before school starts again and that's in like another week. So if you guys could hang on till then, then that would be great.


Abandoned.

Torn.

Cold.

Murderer.

I just can't do it anymore.

My days of glory are over. My days of happiness…taken from me. My days of hope…gone. I was nothing. I was a person, a person who dreamed of becoming their best friend's guardian, a person who loved, a person who lived, now forgotten in the dusty floors in these dumps they call a cell.

"Rosemarie Hathaway," A guard said solemnly, "We're here to take you to court."

I lay on the rotten cot, unable to move my own feet. Slowly, I manage to prop myself up on my elbows, barely. I can't feel anything. My limbs have gone numb from lack of movement. For once I don't feel so sorry for myself.

But that doesn't stop them. I can feel their gaze on me. I know what they're feeling; pity and guilt. They know I didn't do it, but they have no choice.

Using the strength I could muster up, I reach out for the brick sticking out of the wall, using it to help me up. My hold on it was tight, though it wasn't tight enough. I fell to the hard floor, my legs giving out and my face nearing colliding with the floor.

I heard a gasp and a few footsteps but they were stopped, "No. She needs to do this on her own." I then knew who tried to help me, Mikhail.

Trying again, I grip the brick tighter now but it still wasn't enough.

"God damn it! Can't you see that she's weak?" Mikhail shouted.

"I will not repeat myself." The guardian said calmly.

I close my eyes, taking a deep breath. You can do it. You can do it. Just one more time. I told myself. A warm feeling coaxed me and I had that strength to get up. Once I was fully standing, the guardians grabbed my wrist without mercy. I almost fell forward from the force but Mikhail put a hand on my shoulder to keep me from doing so.

"Let's go," He said and they led me through the halls of the jail and out into the open.

Never again had I thought I would ever see the light again. I guess I will never will. The dark sky and the stars were all I could see. Nothing was remaining around me.

The doors to the court opened and the room went into dead silence. Murderous glares and threats were thrown my way. I tried my best to ignore them and it worked.

We came to a stop and I was pushed onto the podium. I regained my balance and looked straight ahead, ready for the verdict.

"Rosemarie Hathaway, you have been convicted of the crime of Queen Tatiana Ivashkov. How do you plead?"

I could not answer straight away.

If I said innocent, nothing would be done. If I said guilty, it would be just the same. No difference.

"Innocent," I said, my voice breaking. Even I could not recognize it.

"Very well, we shall continue on with the trial." The judge said and it all went downhill from there. No matter how hard Abe tried to get me off the case, the opposing team were just coming back with better evidence against me.

As they argued with each other, I was having a mental battle within myself.

Rosemarie Hathaway, murderer of the Queen. That's how I would be remembered from now on.

I looked around the room, looking at the faces of everybody. My eyes landed on Lissa. My Lissa. The Lissa who abandoned me in my great depression.

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"Rose, I don't think the evidence we have is enough to save you. I'm sorry." She whispered.

I looked at her in shock, "You're giving up on me?"

"There's nothing else! The harder we try, the more they're winning!" She shouted at me.

"I know there's a way out of this. If I could just-,"

"Look Rose, I'm sorry, but I got to go." Lissa said nonchalantly and walked away. I ran up to the bars, reaching my arms out, hoping she will hug me one last time.

"No! Lissa! Please!" I shouted. But she was long gone.

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Dimitri never visited me, Christian wouldn't come near me because of Lissa, Eddie was pissed at me, Adrian was too drunk most of the time, and me? I gave up. Surrendered.

I looked for more familiar faces but couldn't find them. They weren't here. Tears welled in my eyes. This was the last time they could see me, and they never came.

Right then and there I made my decision.

"Rosemarie Hathaway, you are convicted guilty of the murder of the Queen. The punishment is death. Your execution will be held tonight here in the courtroom. This meeting is adjourned." The bang of the wooden hammer was my undoing.

The tears fell freely now. I don't care who saw me.

I was going to die.

I was led back to my cell for the last time. I sat there and I cried for hours. I would die with a broken heart. I would die for nothing.

But deep inside I knew that I would have to endure no more pain. No more pain.

The bars of the cell opened and I knew that it was time.

"Time's ready Hathaway," Mikhail said to me. I looked up at him and saw that his eyes were red, probably from crying.

"Don't worry Mikhail. I'll be fine." I tried to talk, but it came out cracked.

He smiled sadly at me before hugging me tight. I hugged him back the same way, if I could.

Being the guardian he was, he led me out of the jail and back at the entrance. We stopped by the door and I turned to my side to see Abe. He looked broken and was trying not to cry.

"Abe…" I whispered. He grabbed my hand gently and pulled me to him.

I was scared. My breathing picked up and I was shaking with fear.

"I'm so sorry, Kiz," He murmured and let me go. A pair of hands touched my shoulders and pulled me back.

I now stood in front of the doors as they opened.

I was ready.

In the middle of the courtroom were two bars with rope tied on each one. But I wasn't focused on that. My attention was turned towards the stake that lay on the steel table in front. They were going to kill me the same way Tatiana had died.

I walked, more like limped, towards the bars without the guardians help even though they were behind me.

I stopped in between the poles. Mikhail stood in front of me and moved to my right. He lifted my hand to where the ropes were. He tied it loosely around my wrists, not tying it tight yet because of later on. He did the same with the same side.

"Rosemarie Hathaway, you have been condemned to death by a stake through the heart. Do you have anything to say before the sentence is carried out?" The judge said.

I looked at her with fresh tears overflowing on my cheeks.

"Will it hurt?" I asked.

Just from my question alone I saw a lot of the guardians and some Moroi cry.

Even the judge was having a hard time keeping her emotions in check. She shook her head no.

Good.

More tears flowed down my cheeks as Mikhail tied the ropes tighter. He was ready to tie it tight but I stopped him.

"Please? Not too tight." I asked him softly. He nodded and obliged to my last wishes. He tied it again but not too tight.

He then stepped in front of the steel table and lifted the stake into his hands. I stood completely still, waiting for him to strike.

Mikhail looked back at me and walked to me but stopped ten feet away.

The tears have finally stopped and I took a deep breath and let it out.

I was willing to die. I was willing to let go of this agony. I was willing to give it all up.

He ran towards me and the stake plunged into my chest. For a moment I felt nothing but terror and excruciating pain. Then it all numbed.

With some of my last strength, I looked towards where the windows were. A custodian was pulling the curtains over them slowly. I saw the sunlight. I smiled.


Tell me what you guys think! I almost cried while writing this. If you did, then mission accomplished! jk

-Halloween265