📌 Warning: Description of suicide but not encourage (if you are dealing with suicidal thoughts please don't take any wrong step and I pray for your happiness! Trust me everything will be alright), Blood, Inhuman behaviour, torture, murder, body mutilation/amputation, etc.
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Continuation of the past...
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5 years ago...
Rutvik: 15 ; Nahella: 13
When you're a prisoner, there is no compassion. The guard's fingers gripped my shoulder like a stray dog dragging out the gates. The khaki on his back didn't match the red in his eyes. Must've been a rough night or maybe I was just the punching bag for someone else's bad morning.
"Chal, kaam pe," he grunted, nudging me forward with the his lathi.
{ "Go to work" }
I walked head down as we made our way toward the work zone. Today's shift was bundling old newspapers. Perfect company for me because I can't read and write. I never bother to take education provided here. No use isn't it? When you don't know about your future.
They choose illiterate Prisoners to assemble useless papers because they can't read any news headlines in the paper.
"Do it properly today, 704! Last time you tied those papers like your brain's missing bones. If you mess up again, you will have you scrub every toilet block in the west block. Samjha?" The jailer barked.
I gave a short nod.
We passed the main courtyard, and someone was sitting there, not police or guards.
A girl.
Around thirteen maybe. Long dark hair pulled back in a ponytail, but she looks sad. Her dress was draped too neatly with long black sleeves sweater, like she is trying too hard to hide herself from everyone or someone else had dressed her. She wasn't really... there. Her hands clenched the edge of the bench. Her eyes were glassy and staring at the walls.
