The Kite Runner:Sohrab's Story

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Entry 9

Everyday,every single day,the men would come to my room,they would bring food,the most gorgeous,most lavish food I had ever seen in my life.From those special Afghan kababs,to taaftan's and karahi's,fruits and cakes,they would spread the entire feast around me and leave.

I couldn't touch the food,I just couldn't,how could these men possibly believe that they could make me their puppet and then I would eat the delicious food they spread out for me.I would throw up.

I nibbled at the taaftan,every day,all day,until they took me out again,and led me to the Talib's room,the door shut tight behind me,without either of the two even peeping inside,and then the pain started.I didnot know how long it was,how many days I spent dying but living.What was the reason I was alive anyway,I was dirty,filthy,and this was a filth not even the purest of waters could remove off of me,off of my heart.

The men won't even let me bathe,I am so dirty.What happens is torture,can they not just kill me and get it over with in one go? Time goes by so slowly,but...maybe it doesn't,I haven't seen sunlight in Allah knows how many days.A prisoner,baba would say,do anything,but never manage to get yourself imprisoned Sohrab,never.

Flashes of light before my eyes,continually I see light through the darkness,my head hurts from the bright light,but one blink,and gone,the light would be gone.My eyes hurt from the lightless-ness,I had no idea what was going on,what was happening.

I had been awoken from unconsciousness with a bucket of cold water twice already,the only bath I had managed.Alone,me,my stench,and the dark.

Did Black Boots and Herring Vest not hear me when they left me alone?...with the Blue-Eyed man.

Day after day after day,the pain did not lessen,the men,they went about as if it was all so normal for them.The blood was now brown with dirt and time,but it was there all the same.

One night,no one came for me,I waited and waited and then finally collapsed onto the ground in a moment of glee,it was maybe the first night I slept properly,the first night when the nightmares weren't that scary,and the pain didn't wake me up.

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I closed the book hastily,rushing to the washroom to wash my face,wash away my tears,he was a kid for God's sake,how heartless would someone have to be to do something so bad to a tiny kid.The torture,physical and emotional,Sohrab's face popped into my mind,the sad eyes,the worn face,a strangled sound escaped my lips.

My eyes welled with tears faster than I could wipe them away and I found myself lying on the bed crying,my heart bled for Sohrab.This was not how I had expected my journey to go down,I had not expected Sohrab to have written everything down,somehow,it seemed a lot more real in writing,and it was wrecking me to even think about it...and he,he had had to live through it all and through the many years since.

I knew,no matter where I went,what I did,Sohrab's story had somehow changed my life,and it would never be the same again,there was cruelty in the world that cruelty did not know of...but now I did,and the mere knowledge was life-altering.

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Entry 10

I woke up a few mornings after the first night I had not been called,and it was on that morning that the air felt different.My stomach kept turning for some reason,I was blinking back the sleep when Herring-Vest and Black Boots entered with breakfast.

"Oh my brother,the stoning is today."Farid said to his partner.

"Oh yes,but we will have to miss it this time round,we have to watch the kid."

"It's our shift on child watch?" Farid whined and set down the food casting a nasty look my way,then kicking his boot against me and walking to the door,"Ruin all the fun,these stupid kids."He grumbled and the two of them walked out.

I am nibbling onto the bread as I scratch this on the wall,it's the only thing I can do,it's the only thing that keeps me occupied...until the call comes.The prison house was completely silent,no shouts of fury,no evil laughter,for once it actually felt...peaceful.

I waited and waited,like every other day,and just as the light filled nightmare started,from the corners of my eyes,from where it would spread out and over my entire eye,pulling my eyes shut with it,and grabbing at the tears which would fall,grabbing like it was my tears which fuelled it,and my body had just started trembling,the door flew open.

In walked a hasty Farid,wordlessly and hurriedly grabbing my arm and pulling me out,while otherwise,he would take his time,glare at me with those scalding eyes,pull my ear,pinch the back if my neck,snarl,but now,all he did was pull and shove me out the door and into the dress room,but...it was way too early right now,not even half of the three usual nightmares before Blue-eyed man's call had been completed,and it was usually long after the nightmares had come and gone that I was pulled out of the room.

Had the nightmares been late in arriving this time round? Or...was it the man who had called earlier.The thought made me shiver with fear,but what was there to fear anymore anyway,I had been beaten,tortured,made to bleed,could there be something worse? Could they possibly have something worse planned?!

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A/N

I bid you adieu dear readers,
This chapter was initially planned to have Amir in it...and so it needed lots of research from TKR,meaning lots of tears on my part...you would've thought I would've become immune to it by the number of times I've read TKR...but...no I still cry every time.
Anyway soz for the late update,mids and stuff -,-
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