Dear Diary,
This has been the most dreadful week of my life. I have been condemned in this prison for over a week now. I was confined here against my will. Let me tell you how it all began…
As the sun rose at 5am, the colours leaping into my bedroom. I was getting for the speech at church (as I am the priest). Covering myself with the robe, I opened my creaky door and left. I thought about taking the risk of adding the sentence to my speech. When I arrived, everyone was there.
Waiting to start, I shook. “The queen is the noblest women but she has taken away our human rights.” At that moment, guards came in. Heart thumping, legs shaking and palms sweating, I went towards them. The next thing I knew, I was thrown into prison. Tomorrow is my execution. To whom does this responsibility of my capture belong?