Chapter 35. A Witch

"Hey! "Return here, you bi***." A vicious 40-year-old man with a terrible little eye chased me down the street as I was 14 years old.

My pulse hammered in my chest as I dashed through the tiny, bustling streets, anxious to get away from the horrible man who was after me. He yelled obscenities and accusations, attracting the attention of onlookers and making my situation even more difficult.

Despite my soiled clothing, parched lips, and a frail frame, the man showed no mercy. His attention was totally on the stolen half-piece of bread in my grip. Hunger had pushed me to steal, yet he was more concerned with his stuff than with my terrible hunger.

"Thief!! Take her down! She's a liar!" The man yelled and alerted others to aid in his capture.

I moved through the crowd, pushing people aside to make a path, but the unyielding man refused to let me go. His gaze was fixed on me, intent to apprehend his "thief."

The chase came to an end when I came to a dead en