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𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜

•short story•

Chocolate tears - the pain of history and legacy

The sun was high in the sky as Kaneez walked through the mind boggling vortex of a dream that possessed her subconscious mind. To be honest, you could never really say if what was happening in these mid sleep moments could be put under the heading 'dreams'. They were a truly horrible place to spend ones night, with their skies filled with feather white clouds and the lands flowing with the clearest water.

This may sound like a dream come true but for it was a horrible reminder for her of what her life greatly lacked.

The seemingly good news for her was that the 'dreams' broke away relatively quickly; but as she had found out very early in life was that you can't have a rainbow without rain. The 'rain' in Kaneez's life was what she woke up to. The very life that claimed her was the nightmare to her dream. The bonds chaining her to reality were not metaphorical like those of so many others - they were real, heavy metal bonds wrapped so tight around her thin wrists and clinging to her ankles with no remorse - successfully carrying out the one job that were made to do - stopping her for escaping.

First they were stolen then they were shipped and then sold.

Nothing was done to save them; they had no say in the matter, in the conditions, in anything that concerned their life. All that awaited her at the end of the lengthily and deathly voyage was the promise of being sold to a man whom she had never seen before in her life.

The boat ride there could be deemed worse, torturous even, with every crashing wave sending another passenger to kingdom come.

Dampness, dark and disease encased the lives of the passengers aboard the ship, the name even the name of the vessel was a poor reminder of the joke worthy situation they were all in.

Every small breath was pain inflicting on her bruised chest and the small about of oxygen that did reach her lungs was not enough. Every gasp a ragged scratching sound, her lungs clamped, reflecting the chains on the outside.

The smell of human waste was over powering, enough to bring the remaining liquid left in her stomach to the back of her throat but spilling it would only increase the appalling smell.

By the time land was in sight half of the passengers aboard the HMS Black Joke were no longer feeling pain as they had been delivered to the next stage of life.

Kaneez was in no good shape, her life cling onto her extruding bones and her empty stomach inflated with malnourishment.

Her almost lifeless body feeling lost in this horrible world longing for the ways of her old life.

Smiles were a distant memory for all aboard the Black Joke and the spluttering was enough to kill those who remained; the longing of fun, peace and tranquillity a distant memory only appearing in the rare, pure dreams that were long ago gracing her subconscious mind.

He life summed up into the sentence replying round in her head, the loud and clear calling that she was apparently worthless to the world not; the scorched mark on her back reminding her that she no longer belonged to God but to a man.

Nightmares then suddenly nothing.

Cold until bitterly numb.

Marked then sold.

Remembered for a precious second then forgot.

Live to die...

Darcy Evans slammed the book shut as the emotion welled up inside of her; pearly white tears streaming down her honey coloured skin, her deep melted chocolate eyes puffy and her mind fill with the horrors of her ancestor's lives.

616 words