Life+and+Death


 * Life and death**

I am alone i am abondoned i am discarded thrown away like a piece of trash floating on the wind. My body is bruised my face scarred. my brown eyes set back deep in their sockets. my nose twisted and smashed. my one arm sticking out at a weird angle. all i am is skin,skin and bones.

I walk and walk down the abandoned streets,through smashed huts.it happened many summers ago when i was seven years of age.The cyclone, killing everyone and everything. theree are few of is left more like the rats that scuttle around me than hunans,beings. It was terrible the wind sceaming around our heads trowing balls of wind at our already batterd bodies. Everywhere around me you could just hear the crys of those hurt.Then the wind started to fade the deathly harmoney fadfing to a hum.all was quiet.a hidge branch had trapped my left arm and later i was forced to remopve it. now i am alone an empty shell.i have no thoughts no feelings,i am just a dead soul trapped in a broken boby.

i found a cave of smashed uip timber where i spent the night.

i could sence the sound before i heard it .there was a king of humming at the back of my concious at first i thought it was just my uimagination ,but then i caught sight of the hudge....bird? it came closer and so did the sound. it landed ,my vision had become fuzzy and i styarted to black out the sound of the bird ringing in my ears.

all i can remember is lots of men carrying me,takeing me to the giant bird.they but me down on a soft streach of cotton. ever since the disaster the pittless black gah been pulling me in ,i had refused forsing my self to keep going.now i welcomed it in with open arms

I awoke to a blinding light I lay still,im wanted to scream but I vouldnt bring myself to do anything but lye there oe clol hard ground I wanted o to fall back into my untroubked sleep to completely allow myself to be consumed by the black ,but something had pulled me back –back from the darkness and into the world. I stared around me.i lay com pletly still except for my roaming eyes.I am in a room of walls,white walls.i try to move but all my musles skreach in protest. I lye still.i wait and waiti do not know how long I lye there waiting or what I amm waiting for. Finaklly I feel lose enough to move ,to sit up I try tomove my legs but I find the are bound ,I fumble with the cords but my arm is useless.i want to run to run out of this wall room. Then I realise I am a prisnor I am in a cage ad I want to be free I hera a jingle and later on I realise its keys the door opens, a man walks in his face is covered by a blue cloth and he is wearing blue pants and buttoned up top.He is carryuing a platter containing a bowl and a glass of water.The man walks owards me i try to shuffle to the wall but my bonds make it hard to move .He puts down the platter and steps back.im scared.i watch him through weary eyes,the mankeeps staring at me and i can tell he his getting impatent."eat" the man said,i flinched at the sound of anothers voice ,for it had been many years since i had heard enyone speak at ell.the man walks out and slams the door shut behind him,i can hear the jingle of keys and locks and also the rattle of locks. i crawl towards the tray and my eyes light up at the sight of soup and water

the soup is cold and the water cloudy and dirty but is still the most substantual meal i have had since the cyclone.

once i have finished the meal i cry. and cry. and cry for i am alone i am awstruck i am lost and i am trapped.

week by week go by every day is the same,the man comes in three times a day and he brings the always brings the same soup and water.and every day he looks at me as though i am a piece of grime on his clean cloths. every day i scream i kick and i cry yet i am still trapped. i wish the man would never come for every time i see him its just another reminder that im not dead.

and then one day they came. i am curled up in the corner furthest away from the door. i hear the russul of keys and they croake of locks slidding out of place,i am not erxicted cause i am sure it is only the man. but when the door opens three men walk in they are all dressed the same as the man that gives me food.the maen walk towards me and i push myself against the wall as though to sink right through it and dissapear for ever.they walk over to me and pull me up to my feet i stagger for my feet are still bound and so i havent stood for days.they take bonds of my legs and i sigh in relive as blood flows down to my feet the man with the food had lossened my bonds severl times but my arm was still useless and enyway trhere is nowheere to go.the drag me over to the door,i cant belive it there setting me free! it hurts as they drag me out the door and down a passage ,we pass otnher doors all the same as mine,some havegort more than ten locks and bolts some less than five. there are lots of doors, we pass more than onehundred doors, they are allo the same doors i can hear screams now i can hear people crying i can hear people in pain and despair. screams ring in my ears as ui get dragged down the passage. we pass another group of men all surroundingn a woman. sh is on the floor,rithing and screaming out random words.i am scared and try to brake free of the mens grip but they hold me fast. we pass the woman and make our way back down the corridoor we can still hear the wonans cry for a long time but we keep walking. more locks more screams more doors finally we reach the room. there is a wooden table in the room with a man sitting behind it. the men shove me in,i try to run back out the door he is cleanm shaven and is wearing the same as all thje man werar

To be continued......