Number 73

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A young girl who was taken by strange men from her home when she was only four has to try and survive.

Submitted: March 22, 2016

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Submitted: March 22, 2016




“Ahhh!” I thought that it would all be better now; since we escaped. I thought it would be alright. I was wrong... 

About ten years ago was when everything started. I was only four. When the men in the glossy black clothes came. They knocked on everybody’s doors and if no-one answered then they just blew the whole house up. Next door to me no-one opened the door. Bang! I was at home though – when the men came. I was only four; yet I remember all of it. Quickly, I sprinted to the door thinking that it would be my dad to answer. That’s when I saw everything, or should I say nothing! It was mainly just rubble, with a spoonful of bodies mixed in. That was the last image I had of our League.

They wrapped a piece of cloth over my eyes and mouth; shoved me in a van and when I could finally take the cloth off I was in a prison. All alone in a box like room on the floor. It was so very cold, sitting there. With nothing, no-one. After a week I thought I was going to die. But then a man, in the same glossy clothes, came in. Placed a bottle of soup on the floor, a bowl of water and wrote the number 73 on the wall.

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