Just Stolen...

Work, Eat, Discover

The cold wind gushed onto my face its touch so icy cold. The stone floor I'm standing on is split and cracked from the many axes hitting it day in and day out. My bare feet walk me over to the rough wooden box with all the axes and picks needed to do the daily work. This one boy little Peter,was hit in the stomach with one of these giant axes. He fell to the floor, blood stained his clothes. His mother wept over his slowly dying body.The man who hit him said he was wining and annoying him. He said (and I quote)

"the children have to learn the way of the dark times, its either sold work or bust".

I twisted the axe round in my hand and started inspecting the mental work.

"Its an axe you use it to hit the coal with it not twiddle it in you thumbs!" One of the guards shouted. His comment was backed with rounds of laughter and snickering.

I picked up the axe and started hitting the cold stone wall letting all my anger and sorrow out. The coal came flying out with each hit, flying in every direction. The sharp pices or rock cut my face living little beads of blood trickling down my dirty cheeks.

After my eight hour straight working day I walked down the clay path to my small cell. The stalactites were clenching onto the roof praying gravity won't bring them down till they fall. I guess in a sense we are all like stalactites holding on to every thing we know, not letting go, because if we did we would fall and shatter. In the cave I saw my cell mates sitting in the middle of the small space chewing on the reminders of what looked like a sort of brown bread . There was a single piece of bread left for me. Thanking them for not eating it I hungarliy shoved the bread lightly in my mouth and chewed the stale substance slowly then swallowed. I grambed my plate, smiled and started working to the waterfall were I would clean up my plates and wash the cuts on my face.

I bet I looked terrible I have lost at least five kilograms in the past weeks. The amount of sleep I've lost is appalling. I clean of my plate and wash my face in the pale blue water. I could see the dirt on my hands begin to vanish and the crumbs on my plate were gone.

I started heading back to my cell when I spotted a golden framed painting of a dark brown haired girl with deep set green eyes. Her smile was evident and her dress a beautiful crimson red. She looked about 12 and reminds me a little bit of my self. Behind her was a girl a little younger than the first. She looked about seven with deep blue eyes and the same kind of dark brown hair. Her deep blue eyes looked almost scared. Her dress was a light creamy colour. Mother has a dress just like that. I always asked why she had kept it considering a child's dress would never fit her.she would smile and say it has memories she never said what kind of memories (happy, sad, joyful, special) nothing just good memories. When I asked if I could try it on she would act like she hadn't heard me and run of to do something she had "forgotten" to do earlier.

I walked back to my cell with my washed plate in my hands kicking at every little stone I saw. I went to bed straight after that.

The picture had really shook me.

Author note

So there you have it a bit more detail and a new happing thrown in at the end just to keep you on your toes and the rabbits in there holes (if you did not get the last bit of what I just typed don't worry it's a song):)

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