Other people that I guess also doesn't have any records of being apart of this countries statistics and I have been walking for two straight days aside a non ending fence.We have past a lot of cross overs but they are definitely leading us towards specific boarder.As soon as you slower your pace or want to rest they put a gun against your head making you choose otherwise.My white T-shirt looks like I dipped it in mud,left it to dry and started a new fashions trend.I have had several attacks ,but I have chewed the skin off my fingertips as a coping mechanism ,leaving it raw that when the dust has settled in ,it burns like hell. My nose have bleeded ,and I smudged blood all over my arms trying to stop it.It looks like I have been at a murder scene.Sometimes I eat the tips of my ponytail ,chewing it to fine pieces so that my stomach thinks there is food coming. I want to faint,yell and cry.The silent tears have become one with my sweat ,licking it off my lips for it being the only liquid entering my body.
"Shit" ,a sting travels from my feet up.I look up finding it to be bleeding.A horison cut on my left foot's cushion. I stop and rip a piece of my T-shirt with my teath.As I bend off a tip of a gun touches my head.I have had it with this shit. "Yea , yea buddy.You can shoot my head off in a minute ." Hoping he has a little humanity inside of him.Life was on my side for once,the man remove the gun from my head and walked off.I make a nod and then walk past him giving a weak smile and a little nod.
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It's the third night,knowing my body can't go any further I still pushing it.I have walk past several dead bodies , rats eating their inside.Maybe I can catch one and just eat it.I can't die.It's so dark ,only light is the moon and one or two working lamps on the fence.I wonder off their track for just a minute , breathing heavy ,choking on my saliva. I hold on to a rock to steady myself ,I can hear a stream so obviously a turn ,just to make sure I'm not starting to hear stuff which as a fact would not surprise me.
Wat I'm truly seeing water ,I bend down to crawl to the water.I fold my hands in a bowl to scoop up some water and slirp-slirp it up. By the fourth time metal meets my head again.I stand up and walk back to the fort ,him pointing the gun at my back.I bend forward as foam starts pushing up my throat out my mouth. Dirty water. I'm on my knees at the moment coughing out foam.I know for a fact they aren't going to help me.Look's like it's a twin thing-dying miserable. A woman comes running from behind patting me on the back. When the foaming saliva started to decrease ,the woman hands me water.I start to drink as if I have a tin throat. The water was warm,where as the streams water was colder.The woman picks me up ,trough my arm over her neck,steady me and she starts to help me walk forward.
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Day four ,my eyes are heavy ,dark circles under my eyes.Diana has diuretics,she keeps me hydrated but my whole body has began to feel numb.I feel sorry for being a burden to Diana.Diana is the lady who came to my rescue.She is a brunette with big brown eyes.She is fully clothed in nude,wearing safety shoes.She's a journalist,who come from Amerika to do research about Afghanistan's culture.She has been here for two months.She talks a lot,and I can hardly speak, because every time I want to interact I feel like throwing up,which I than do.Still getting the dirty bacteria out of my system.So I just listen and give small nods indicating that I am listening.
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Day six.I feel like a zombie,at this very moment I just want to die.It feels like the best decision in any case. From yesterday I've been shaking and having cold sweat from time to time.My lips are blue and my eye lids closes from time to time,Diana still behing my anchor,helping me to walk. Now and than when we pass a tree ,I will grab a leaf with little strength I catheter together and eat it.
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Day seven. Diana was talking so much that I didn't concentrate in front of me.I guess talking was her coping mechanism,I didn't mind it ,it was better than the silence ,leaving me with my own thoughts.If she didn't came to help me,I would've rotten to death.My glasses are filled with dust,trying to clean the lenses only makes it worst.I didn't see the small rock in-front of me ,so I trip and fell face forward in the ground.If I wasn't so weak I would of just stumbled ,but my body felt like toothpicks.Diana helped me up ,but I fell hard on my right knee.The blood became visible trough my jeans ,later leaving a huge stain. The sun has dried out my lips that I nibble on my bottom lips skin ,bitting it of and chewing it like bubblegum.
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Day eight. It was midnight and I couldn't anymore.I make a weak swing to remove my arm from Diana's neck .I fell to the ground,pushing my palms to the ground to sit up. "Go." I said soft. "Diana,go!" It was still soft but it made it to her ears. "No,I'm not leaving you." "You don't have another choice.My....my body is tired." She bends down to level with me. "Just a little more,I promise." I shake my head weakly.One of the man with a gun throws a piece of bread at me like a dog. I don't make an attempt to catch it.I pick it up from the ground and dust it off. "Feed her before we can't make use of her." Diana searches for something in her camping bag,founds her camera and take a shot at me.A bullet goes straight thru her head. "There will be no pictures nor record being hold of this." "Why didn't you just take her camera?" I ask weakly. "People with cameras are journalists,we do not tolerate them." Gasping for breath I look back at the lifeless person in front of me,blood running down from her brain ,her eyes staring into my soul.I shove the bread down my throat ,bend over to Diana and close her eyes for her.I take the water that she placed next to her before she took the photo , gulp it down ,throw a little on my face ,wash my lenses (it didn't clear much but I could se between the lines).I throw her camera out of the way and search in her backpack.I find a banana that is brown ,peal it and eat it. I breath harshly as I help myself up.I take one last look at Diana and start to drag her backpack.I was too weak to pick it up and carry it.
As we keep going I start to hear sirens again,meaning we are walking past a boarder again.But this time we stop.The man in front of us with a gun who we have been following like animals, stop to talk to the man at the boarder. He hands him a roll of money and than indicates us to follow him again.As I follow the row across the boarder I read the board:
'Durandline Torham, Pakistan'
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DragosteTrying to escapes the past that hurts by running away she finds herself in labyrinth. She ran from ghost town into a nightmare. Life felt like dying, and dying like the easy way out. What would Valida choose? Cole steps onto the scene saving her l...
