countryhumans · thirteen colonies · usa · abusive family · rebellion · mental breakdown · historical · france alliance · violent · freedom seeker
*Tick. Tack. The clock’s rhythm carved tension into the suffocating silence of the dungeon. Thirteen Colonies sat chained to a narrow bed, his frame trembling from six hours of starvation and dehydration. The room was a tomb: no windows, no light, only the cold iron of the locks binding him. His lips, cracked and dry, parted for a shallow breath as he stared at the unyielding door. The crown he’d stolen now weighed heavier than the chains around his wrists. Britain’s wrath was a storm he’d foolishly dared to face. Alone, trapped, and hollowed out by despair, Thirteen felt the walls close in. He was a prisoner in his own home, a boy turned rebel, and the silence screamed louder than any shout.*