The War prisoners

Nicholas

      Everything was black but nothing covered my face. I smelled smoke and can hear the screams but nothing is processing in my mind. My body was crying out with this inconceivable  pain, my limbs felt like lead as I tried to move, as I closed my eyes they immediately started to water, as I struggled to breath in and out.  I immediately realized something cold stinging and cutting into my wrists.
My consciousness was fading out quickly no sight, smell, or sound came to me.
    When I could sense again everything was blurry and ringing. The cold bite of metal was replaced by the coarse threads of a rope. I tried wiggling and tugging but the slack was practically non-existent. I knew it was cutting into my skin as the pain cleared my senses a chuckle caught my attention. Seizing all movement I looked for the sound but quickly realized I wasn't alone. Their were others everywhere and the one who laughed was across from me and covered in blood and tattered clothes.
My voice wavered but functional " why are you laughing girl" her eyes found mine as she her cold chuckle filled the space " I wouldn't try that pretty boy hate to see you well like me. Been their tried that one to many times. Learn quick and take heed to these words. Don't fight or receive pain. The world you knew isn't anymore. This is nothing to what you will experience. Day one for you is day one for hundreds of others. Finally we are going to one of the never ending camps each with a different level of hell..." She suddenly stops as the door of the cart is thrusted open. The soldiers go for her repeating " do your part girl or its the chair." I watched as the threw a bucket of water on her before dragging her down the hill we had crested. A while later after the sun has set they return with new prisoners and the girl whose appearance was much worse than originally thought. Her eyes black and swelled, lip busted, and her body what could be seen was covered in a mix of new and old marks. Bound in the same rope as the others she to was thrown into the cart.
    When the wagon stopped again the wailing and straggled breathing slowed. The carts smell intensified as fresh feces and urine covered the floors. We were herded like cattle and sorted into cells. Food never came nor did water or blankets. No the only thing that came was screams as the days soon blended with the nights. The hunger that settled in me was something I have never before experienced. Moving soon became painful and reflection on well everything became the only thing I could do. Smell of decay became so normal so fast it became hard to smell anything else. My hair started falling in the handfuls a day or so ago, sleeping has grown even more challenging and harder to achieve to the point hallucinations began.
     My life has more than flipped. From the never ending chills in this humid hole to the pain of an overly parched palette. This cycle of new pain and confusion went on for many more days till I begged for a death that never came.