Short imaginative piece i wrote when i was 16
Let me know what you think
Three things that come to mind. Click, whir... Then nothing. I have glimpses of a sharp surface, terrible noises, the death of everyone I loved. It all was a dream to me, merged together as if the experience was in a giant blender. The series of events seem not to occur in any chronological order that makes sense. Even to this day, I am still unable to decipher them inside my head.
My family was rather a prosperous family. We were all healthy and well kept. Our neighbours were sometimes jealous of what we had. We had a beautiful home, large, spacious, it was perfect. Sunlight shone down on our world. It felt as if we had looked into the face of god, he had smiled upon us. Now I think we had made a pact with the devil, granting us such a great beginning, then such a disgusting end. My family was a very big bunch, with my extended family living with us. There was about thirty of us in the one home. This was not uncommon among our people. We went through our regular motions each day, and did what everyone else did. We were a normal family.
Then they came. They came with knives, they came with trucks, and their intention was destruction. We could see them coming. They were at our neighbours. This awful man took a machete and brutally slaughtered them. We knew our neighbours were in pain but we could hear no shouts. Then, they came for us. We could hear them sawing away at our home. They wanted us. They ripped us from our ..., bundled us into small boxes and loaded us onto a truck. As we were being driven away, I could see them destroying the empty homes. Everything we once knew, gone in a matter of hours. I feared for my life, yet remained silent. I sat there, close to my siblings. I knew they were scared. They would have been insane not to be. Yet, we remained silent.
We were driven to a strange place and unloaded. They began to process us. All the elderly were immediately killed, the young were separated from their families, and the rest off us were sent through. They took us to a market place. We were going to be sold, like mere pieces of fruit. My brother was the first to go. He was a very tall and strong, I heard the man that bought him say “What a fine specimen…” I was disgusted. This muscle bound man approached our captors and inquired about us. He looked like he had come straight from the army. He presented himself with a sense of power and made his presence known. He grabbed my mother. He felt her. Up. Down. Squeeze. I was horrified. Then, worse. He moved over to my sister. You could taste the panic in the air. He picked her up and groped her. I felt like shouting, but I couldn’t. The muscles would not operate, I couldn’t even move. The anger built up inside of me. I hate them; I hate what they have made of us.
The man had chosen to buy, my mother, my sister and me. We were crammed in the back of his car. The monster was even humming some music as he drove us to our new home. My sanity began to flicker. I began to question myself. Was this why I was put here? Am I really just here to serve someone else like this? Is the only thing in my life to make this gentleman’s slightly more comfortable? We arrived to our new fate.
He took us out of the grocery bag and put us on his kitchen bench. He proceeded to gather all his ingredients. Milk, ice cream, Milo and us. He pulled the blender out of the cupboard and set it up on the bench next to us. He put the other ingredients in. He peeled us and put us in too. On went the switch.