Just A Dream

Mystic could hear the conversations that surrounded her ears. Her father only had a day?! She whimpered and nudged her cranium into his chest. She knew that one of her siblings would want her gone, to finally be the favorite of their fathers. A twinge of pain and suffering surrounded her eyes as her crimson eyes met her fathers, sadness was all the emotion that she could feel right now. She would be a slave if he did not win her back, and she was worried that since she was going to be turning a year old in a couple months, she would not wish for herself to be sold into slavery, to be hurt or even used as a sex toy. The thought made her shake with utter fear and resentment. "Please...help me father..." She would say, tears running down her eyes as she happened to turned her head for the black woman told her to come. She had no choice as she walked away, following the woman, sometimes even turning her head to look at her father one more time, worried that it would be the last time she would ever see him, her mother, her sister, and even her brother.