If I were to count the number of times that I have wished for an escape route, I would be lying if I said a little over a hundred.
Today they threw the dead over board, all that I know is that they gave each of them a casket. At least they still have a little of my respect from that.
Each day they would check for the dead bodies and take them
All I heard was the splashing sounds of the caskets. That's all it took to bring me to tears. Anita and I were crying still after the tears were gone. Never did I think my father would die in hell.
I fear my death too. Not because it will be soon, but because I to will die in this hell.
Why won't they just kill us already? Don't they he enough enjoyment from watching us suffer from the lack of food, lack of sunlight, lack of water; but most most of al the lack of love that we lost to our dear friend death.
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Hello thanks Ciera for the lovely parts in your story... GG really?!
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Luv ya CC!
I'll update again!!
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The Other Way Around (on hold for MAJOR editing)
Historical FictionI always yearn for someone to talk to me and comfort me, but that's what I'm doing for the others
