Slave story, wrote when i was young

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
Omg i wrote this when i was like in year 5 ive just found it! So bare in mind that when you read it lol

Submitted: May 15, 2009

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Slave story
Chapter one- kidnap

Everything had just started to go right for me. I had my new house, i had it arranged just the way i wanted it, and well my life was gettin better. My Baba and Fama had just had a beautiful son bought into their lives, my baby brother Baba, everything was just great. My baby was going to come soon, my little baby, my little boy or girl will be raised into this world with a loving family. My partner Mamou was delighted when he found out i was pregnant, we both was. The night we found out we were discussing baby names. Mamou and I liked the name Aja for a girl, its a beautiful name, and if we had a boy we have both agreed to call him Abile. But this dream was starting to turn out into a nightmare. My life was about to turn upside down.
  One night I was going to sleep with my partner snooring away next to me when suddenly i heard a massive bang. I jumped up to the sound of shouting then thats when it all began. I was so scared i started screaming. There were white men and a few black. They got Mamou, chained him then put him in a sack. Then they did the same to me. I cupped my hands around my stomach to protect my baby, they didn't care i was pregnant. They didn't care if i got hurt, alls they cared about was themselves. They dragged us by chains, and stripped everyone naked. It was so hot, i felt like i was on fire. I was tired and hungry, i had no energy and just needed to rest, but if i slowed down they would whip me on my back, it was sore and hurting terribly but alls i could think about was my baby, my baby could die, and i could die along with him or her. I had dreamed all my life of having my own family, but then again i suppose it was all too good to be true.
 We were all put into a cage, their were alot of people. I felt claustrophobic and was in a lot of pain. My feet were throbbing and my back was stinging. Their were children in the cage as small as five years of age, they looked terrified and was crying for their parents. They too had been whipped, these men had no conscience, they didn't seem to care who got hurt aslong as they got everything they needed. How did these men sleep at night? Most people were all huddled together, most crying, some trying to be strong. I was one of them that was trying to be strong, but deep inside i was falling apart. Am i ever going to see Bama and Fama again? Am i ever going to see Baba's firt steps? Mamou or my babys face? At the thought of this i burst into tears, I couldn't keep it inside anymore.
 More and more people kept comming into the cage, they'd obviously been captured too. Soon there were thousands of people, and the space was limited. I felt like i could hardly breath, i didn't like it in here. Their was blood everywhere from where people had been whipped, it wasn't a very nice sight and alls i could hear was people screaming in agony. Eventually a whiteman opened the cage and made us walk, we still had our chains on. I was stil feeling weak but i was determined not to get strangled by the chains as they were around our necks.

Chapter 2- The march of death

We had to walk so far it felt like the journey was never ending, we must of been walking for hours upon end. Eventually we got to the shore, their was a big ship we were all leaded onto it. The smell was horrific it smelt disgusting. We went down to the hold which was at thye bottom of the ship. Everyone lay down while their feet was chained so they couldn't escape, they were all groaning in pain some screaming in agony.
 Hours passed untill the white men came back. They took the chains of our feet and dragged us onto the deck. They got buckets of sea water and chucked it over us, which hurt terribly. The salt went into our cuts which stung really bad they then made us do excercises, as they needed to keep us into shape, to keep us healthy. I was aching from head to toe i had done nothing but i walk all day. Suddenly i heard one of the white men say that they were going to make us girls into prostitutes. I was distraught. I shouted at the top of my voice 'you can't do that my baby will get hurt!' Everyone stared at me. They knew what was going on i could see it in their eyes.
 When they had finished making us do excercises they got us some food. I wasn't hungry, i had no apetite but one of them forced me, they held my nose and shoved it down my throat, tears were streaming down my cheeks. After we had ate we went back to the hold and once again we were chained. Hours went by i began talking to the girl next to me, butv their was no response. I tried to say hello again but again their was no response. She wasn't asleep, she wasn't breathing, oh my lord, she was dead! Shortly after a whiteman came, i figured his name was Johny as i heard the captain call his name earlier on. Johny unchained the dead girl, and dragged her onto the deck, then came a big splash. She had obviously been chucked overboard, sad but true.
 The next day we were unchained as it was time for breakfast. I still wasn't hungry but i definately didn't want it forced down me again. We had gruel , it was disgusting. After i had ate i went to the corner of the room, shoved my fingers down the back of my throat and made myself sick. All of a sudden a whiteman called me into a room. I was petrified incase he had seen me. Phew no he hadn't. He called me over closer to him. He stroked me hair and whispered things into my ear. Then he lay me down onto the floor. I didn't scream, i jus lay their crying, scared incase he hurt me, hurt my baby. He forced himself ontop of me and then thats when he did it, thats when he raped me. After waiting, in which seemed like hours he eventually pulled himself off me. He got changed then signalled me to go. I walked out of the room, feeling dirty and ashamed of my self. It was all my fault, I should of screamed for help. But i didn't did I, I just stayed their letting him use me in that way. I started to cry.
 When we were all together again we were all took to be washed. they scrubbed our backs with salt water which really hurt and made us scream out in pain. Then they cut our finger nails and toe nails so deep that our fingers were red raw and sore. They brushed our hair and gave us some loinclothes nd sari's. We were then put behind bars, thats when we knew that we were getting ready to be sold.

Chapter 3- Slaves for sale

Sitting in the cage behind them solid metal bars was like torture. Thoughts were going through my head. Who was going to buy me? How will they treat me? More and more people were being took out of the cage to be put up for auction, untill finally it was my turn to go. I was put with another girl, but she didn't speak my languge. We were both sold for $250. The white man paid an extra $10 for the chains, just incase we ran way. We were both sat in a cart to go to the whitemans house. We saw a lot of weird looking animals that we had never seen before. The whiteman seemed friendly at first, talking to us of our whereabouts, but when we walked into his house he changed. He wasn't friendly anymore, he was bossy and stroppy, telling us what to do. His house was enormous. I gathered he was a rich man. He had a wife called Rose, she was ever so friendly. We began talking but was interupted when the whiteman, called Jim, dragged us out of the room to another. He told us to scrub the floors and to do the washing up, then he walked out of the room and slammed the front door behind him, which made us jump in terror. Rose ran into the kitchen to see if we was okay. She started telling us of the kind of man Jim was. How he beat her and forced her to do things, and how she didn't want him to get us because she knew exaxctly what he'd be like. She showed us a scar on her arm where Jim had stabbed her a few years back. We were horrified, but Rose reassured us thta everything was goig to be alright. We could tell she was scared of Jim thats why she hadn't finished with him. I explained to her about my baby, and how i had misscarried through all the stress i was in, and the violence that the people had used on me. I began to cry, Rose held me and whispered reassuring words into my ear which made me feel a bit better.
  Around two hours later Jim was back, he walked into the kitchen to find us scrubbing the floors, telling us to hurry up and get a move on. We were hot and still aching but i didn't really want to get on the wrong side of jim. After a while we had finished. He gave us a drink of water and then went back out of the house. We went to Rose and told her that we didn't like it where we was, and that we were scared of Jim. She sighed and started crying. She said she had been trying to get away from him for years, but didn't have the courage to run away from him. Thats when we had an idea, we would run away and lead our own lives. Rose went upstairs and quckly packed a bag. She had some spare clothes which she had grown out of and said we could wear them as we didn't have nothing. When we were all ready we left out of the back door as we didn't want to risk jim seing us, we ran as far away from the house as we could, untill eventually we stopped. Rose told us we were going to england, and she had took all the saving money in order for us to travel, we were going to go by ship. We went to the harbour and stood for ages. Untill finally the ship was about to depart. Minutes later the ship set sail and we were sailing over the sea dreaming of how our new life was going to be, but wondering if this time it would be better than the last. Rose seemed much happier as she wasn't with Jim. It was as if she felt she could breath again and do what she wanted for once.
 Hours later we arrived in england we set our for a hotel and to have some fun in which we hadnt been able to do for a long time.
 Three years later...
I now have my very own family. My boyfriend Taylor and my beautiful child Ashley, and me? I'm Helen, my new name. I've got everything i have ever wanted. A new life, a fresh start, a new name nd a loving family. Nothing could be better.

The end


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