Thursday, 20 January 2011
11:30:33 PM (GMT)
This place frightened him. Everywhere he turned something more horrifying than
the last showed itself to him. The whole place made him want to cry, and yet he could
do nothing to help the people who were trapped here, no matter how badly he wanted to
reach out to them. For some reason, he couldn’t do anything but watch.
He was walking down a dirt road, in between two fences, holding two different groups
of people. He couldn’t help but think how the place reminded him of concentration
camps. In fact, that was basically where he was; a concentration camp.
He kept walking, passing faces that were looking up at him, pleading him to help.
Some were crying, some just looked sad, some were asleep on the ground, either from
exhaustion or hunger or just to forget where they were. It didn’t matter whether
you were a man, woman, or child, evil people would place you here.
He passed small wood cabins where the people would sleep in bunks, and peered in.
They were filthy. Dirt and dust and mud didn’t spare any one inch of this entire
place. He imagined what kind of sicknesses were spreading around in this damp, cold,
little cabin. He shuddered at the thought.
Suddenly he heard a scream. An unbearably, heartbreaking, blood curdling scream
coming from a girl. He looked around, trying to pinpoint its source. Another scream
and he ran towards it, skidding to a halt at the seen in front of him. There was a
small group of people huddled together on the dirty ground. There were two girls and
a guy. One girl and guy were simply shedding silent tears, while the other was
screaming and crying and trying to reach towards something while the other two held
He averted his eyes to see why the girl was screaming and was sickened at what he
saw. There were two men and one was clearly in the fight for his life. He was laying
on the ground, weak and bleeding badly, trying to hold on to consciousness. His eyes
we half-closed, and there was blood trickling from his nose and mouth. He had
obviously just been badly beaten. Half of his face was swollen and starting to
bruise. He looked up at him and pleaded with his eyes for him to help, but he could
do nothing. Only watch.
The other man was yelling something at him, but at this point all sound had stopped.
The girl screaming could no longer be heard either, but he could see her face filled
with agony. She, also, seemed to notice his presence and sent up the same pleading
look with her blue, blue eyes. They held him there before she finally broke free of
the hold of the other two people and crawled toward the man on the ground. She
wrapped her arms around him and cried. At this point he was clearly dead, and the
other man was just peering down at them, with a smirk on his face. After a moment he
just left them there. The man turned around and peered at him, and what he saw sent
anger flying through his body. This man was his father. And he had just taken an
Matt jolted up in his bed, breathing hard and sweating a lot. What was that? What
did it mean? His father wouldn’t go that far to get what he wanted, would he?
Hopefully it was just a dream and nothing more, and Matt reached up to run a hand
through his now damp hair.
Shakily, he got up from out of his bed and made his way to the shower. He couldn’t
sleep after that, but the faces of all those people, especially those of the girl and
his father, kept playing through his head on replay.
Last edited: 20 January 2011