"With time I learned a thing or two. Do you know what's it like to have a secret desire to kill? There was ten of them, to begin with. Every single one of them was loud and wouldn't shut up. I guess they were excited. You know?" - (Story #3:) There...
I heard it--and I still do. . .the sound of my screaming mother, the sound of loss. I didn't have a choice, I was weak, I was small, I was poor--I didn't have a voice. They took me from the back of my shirt, dragging me out of the door. With that, they walked into the rain with me and didn't look back at my mother or my siblings. That was the last time I ever saw them. I could almost feel the anger radiating from the men who took me, they were going to do something and I knew it deep within myself I was going to be part of it.
Me, my family, and many other people had known kids were being taken but no one was doing anything about it, probably because we were a village in a third world country and we knew everyone was too busy in their lives to care for us. We all had thought they were being taken to be gutted and their organs were being sold for the illegal organ trade in the black market. Recently there had been rumors of death threats going around from traffickers claiming they will take anyone out late at night. My father had believed that the police were complicit and were attempting to cover the crime up. I've heard they paid good money for a healthy heart these days.
Organ trafficking wasn't it, it was worse.
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