A Song to Sing
~Maria~
A pair of cold grey eyes starred me down. The same lady that had tied me up seconds ago was pulling out a leather whip and ran her fingers threw her short black hair. I think that I pissed her off because I wasn’t crying and begging for mercy, and even though it could save me some whippings I won’t. she is behind me I can feel her eagle like eyes piercing its ways through me and when she will circle around teasing me by rubbing the whip along my old wounds I won’t cry I meet her with the same cruelty in my golden green eyes ill make sure that hope or pain won’t show. I hate pissing the lady off but I will be strong.
A month ago they kidnapped me. A month ago the lady with black hair and grey eyes aka she devil started etching bloody trees into my back and sides making sure the branches were just as long as the rest. a month ago when I was running away they shot me and I let them have the pleasure of seeing me cry day after day. That was a month ago and I don’t let them have the pleasure anymore because in two days they will start a new type of torture they will whip me bloody and make sure I bleed badly when the bullet lands in some random place of my body. In two days if my ransom isn’t paid if my father doesn’t meet them under the bridge without any cops. If all of that doesn’t happens I will be dead in some whole without a coffin.
The same man that threw me into the the rusty bed of a pickup truck the day I was kidnapped came down and looked me square in the eyes. I call him baldy because even though he is buffer and stronger than any wrestling person on TV I have ever seen he is still bald. He throws my dinner, rice and some kind of spoiled soup, onto the basement floor. They like to see me eat it off the floor and for once I let my face show my hate. I hate them for kidnapping me I hate them for repeatedly beating me even though I wasn’t the one who borrowed from this stupid gang. I hate them for treating me like dirt. But they don’t care they just snicker and watch me hungrily scoop up the goop with my hands as I stuff my face. One time when I refused to eat it that way they sent the two pit bulls they owned and made me watch as they ate my food. Its imposable for me to refuse the food because I know that I won’t know when I will get another meal. That’s the thing I hate the most about being here. Not the food even though it’s probably worst than my younger sisters cooking. Not the people even though they are pretty much second place, but the torture. Yes I know that my captors are hardly as bad as the Nazi people who tortured Jews but still this could place second. My cell is only a small section of the basement right under the stairs. Every day since I got here they have dragged me out of the broom closet like room and tide me down to a stool and tried to get me to cry for them. They have whipped me, taken a rusty knife and carved random things into my skin without numbing my arm, heck they even acted like rednecks a couple of times and shot me.
The thing hate the most is I am starting to forgot my already faded memories. I am starting to forget what the sun is like. Down here in the basement I can’t feel anything but cold. I don’t remember what a bird sounds like I only remember what the sound of a whip or cries from my prison mate, another random kid who’s parents couldn’t pay the post war taxes and ending up borrowing from this stupid gang, sometimes they leave the door cracked and I hear the news on but all I hear is of how America won’t be able to get off its feet after 20 years in a nuclear war, the war that was suppose to end the world, world war III. It reminds me of before I was captured but it still isn’t as satisfying as my memories of the birds singing there sweet songs. Then again its painful to remember. So I let the memories fade from existence. My younger sisters cooking, mom telling me to clean up my room, my dad’s swearing about needing work, everything haunts me, tortures me mentally because somehow deep within I know that I won’t feel these things again or even hear my mother’s concerned ranting because I’ll be dead in 48 hours. And then I remember the one thing I don’t want to, a bee sting to my already broken body.
Mom stands over me and I stand up and look at her “yes mam?”
She sighs and gets it out with “you have been listening haven’t you?”
I nod, that is all I can do since the pain in her eyes has shut me up. I don’t mean to hurt her but I’d like to know my own fate since it’s the topic of the centaury in my family so its kinda hard to avoid the hushed conversation between them at night.
She frowns and sits on the couch. My eight year old sister hops on her lap. She is the same as always sucking up to my mother and getting her ways. ”Maria you know that I don’t want do but we need food its hard enough that the soup kitchen wont except you and your older brother but soon they’ll lower the age again and Lisa won’t count. Maybe if you get a job at the soup kitchen…”
I sigh she always wants me to get a job and help ‘support’ the family. She frowns she knows that I’m mad now and that I will not respond a helpful trait curdiest of the man who brought me into the world and I have every right to be mad. Wait I’m not mad I’m furious not exactly at my mom it’s hard to be mad at your own mother. No I was furious at America. For not being ‘the land of free’ it promised to be so long ago. It’s so darn twisted now that my own parents could put me as collateral for a loan, a loan not from the government but openly from a gang. All because stupid, stupid, stupid America, went back to slavery and there is nowhere to run. After WWIII and America finally paid its allies back, money and supplies disappeared leaving the economy to slump around depressed in its ruins. Basically for those of us who were to slow to understand it shut down. Gas jerked its way up to a record twenty dollars a gallon, event the rich people couldn’t afford it well what was left of the hording rich people. Every one lost jobs and those who had it were not making enough to survive. The thirst for the underground and the black market rose. It pushed gangs and violence to be found on every corner because now they had no reason to hide the police was gone. And when you thought it couldn’t get worse it did because all of the government programs disappeared. The first the job inspired ones, no matter how much people tried if you didn’t fit in on the way the people look you weren’t hired or if you had a job you fired. Every one hated when the poor inspired ones were destroyed, no one had the money to support another person but their consciences were distressed when they passed a less fortunate person. The retired people were down on their knees as the when the social security was gone. amazingly all of this happened within a month after the war. Everyone started to fight for the next meal they desperately needed at the soup kitchens and charity houses but were turned away with only disappointment because only children and elderly got meals. No other program was left to save us because at age thirteen you were considered a adult. All the things that were once so helpful became our worst enemies and our enemies our friends. America apparently got smart before abandoning its own people and built a 100ft high iron gate to surround the whole United States. if you were lucky and lived close to the gate you got a job to patrol it and shot who ever came within a fifteen mile radius. No country could touch the fence anyways because of the barb wire wrapped around the black poles with sharp spiked tops. Nobody saw it as a sign that America was about to change drastically because everyone was too wrapped up in other things like always. We have done what nobody expected; we cut our selves of from our allies, even though it was probably when we need them most because no one knew how to survive without our precious imports. In my dreams I live in another country, maybe another world anything to prevent me from being sold into slavery. Sometimes being murdered seams better than being sold into slavery and since the possibility of being kidnapped by aliens was ruled out a long time ago I only have those to choices. But that’s in my dreams a place I would rather be than starring at my mom who fights tears back every time I walk by her and I see the ‘my baby dead look written all over her face’ it makes me want to scream ‘I am still here mom look at me” but she will just turn away and face the wall secretly letting the tears roll down her beautiful face that cheered me up when I was little and upset.
Only hate seams to fill me now but it feels different that the furious feeling that filled me last year. This time it’s pointed toward my family and other things, it comes with questions that I can’t answer and now my mom my one true advisor can’t either. I still wonder ‘what the heck was she thinking’ and ‘did she regret having me her middle child?’ did I cause so much pain that every time she looked at the threats from the gang ‘Moth Eaters’ her face would scrunch up with a look of disgust and pain so that she seemed like she wasn’t even my mother? She was put out of her of her misery before I got the courage to ask anything. She caught what the America was dreading a new virus called A.N.L. ‘atra nullus levis’ a virus that like any sickness caused you to be tired confused loss of memory nauseous and other symptoms but also it was different because while you looked like you had a regular cold on the outside on the inside your blood was literally boiling to steam until at last you died of blood lost and malnutrition. My brother was the first to die he quietly passed in the middle of the night but like other Americans we ignored what was right in front of us and thought it was normal. It wasn’t until my mom passed that my dad started screaming bloody murder and then he just stopped. He stopped caring he stopped eating he stooped living one might say. My dad would frown at me every time I passed him before I got kidnapped as if it was my fault. Or maybe it was my appearance I had her golden green eyes and clear face along with her brown hair genetics only gave my father’s personality and cursed me with my mother’s looks. My street smarts were my own earned by living my life and doing other things I only halfway regret. That’s how I know I am going to die because I reminded my dad to much of my own mother and because we didn’t have the money to pay back the Moth Eaters but mostly the first reason. There was a scream and I snapped from my thoughts to the real world instantly and saw crybaby on the chair with the devil holding a new toy a long bamboo stick at his back. She grinned happy for the entertainment and lifted the bamboo stick slowly. I don’t look away and pray that he is numb to the pain. Crybaby proves me wrong and starts screaming loudly and jerked around in his chair before she even touches him with the bamboo. The next thing I heard was a thunder like bang from on the stairs. I looked up and saw baldy come down the stairs and then I looked back at she devil and grinned at the glare she had. Sometimes it was hard to believe that they were married because of the way they acted at times. he smiled and grabbed her by the hips pulling her close, the same gross move he does, when he knows he is in the dog house and kissed her “bosses orders he was disturbing the guest and you know important those guest are.” Then he picked her up bridal style and carried her up the stairs kissing her every step they take. Okay so in my personal opinion that is more torture than being whipped because it is so darn gross and manages to make me want to puke. Then I hear a whisper and tense automatically as I turn around to face a teenager. He repeated his question a little louder “is this our fate.” Something about him makes me want to relax and treat him like a lost soul but my wits intervene and tell me the most important rule of surviving in this hopeless country ‘never trust anyone and stick to your own.’
I nod at him and move to my rug on the floor currently serving as a mattress “at the auction no one bid on him and his parents like many of ours could not afford the ransom”. The look he gives me is a mixture of pity and scared so I sigh. The person to share this room was a mean female dog, really a ugly 17 year old girl, who beat me up worse than the she devil and stole my mattress. Thankfully they killed her three weeks ago 9the end of my first week here I figure its because she devil was sick of my screaming and her not being the cause of that pain). I wonder why they put a boy and a girl in the same cell, were they just that stupid or did the moth eaters think it would be funny, either way I was stuck with him for the next two days since I already had my auction. He remained quiet and it gave me some time to study his appearance in the dim lighting he had greasy black hair and cat like green eyes. It kinda felt awkward since my dad and my brother were the only guys I really knew.
He got up, he had to be at least 5’4, and made his way over to the cell door and looked at the body “what are they going to do with the body.”
I frowned “hopefully feed it to the dogs because I am not looking forward to dead people in my rice tomorrow and believe me they do it.”
He starred at me with disbelief and frowned “you’re lying to me because I’m a newbie no one could be that cruel.”
I shook my head and leaned against the cold concrete wall “nope they have done it before, the girl from the next cell over was in my dinner the day I got here and I was stupid enough to eat the food.”
He frowned and sat down quietly “how long do you have?”
This time it was my turn to keep quiet no one in this place liked to think about how long they had and even though I was just doing it I really didn’t want to do it again it because it makes me think of life outside of this stupid prison
He immediately changed the subject when he saw the pained look on my face “I am Daniel people call me Danny.”
“I’m Maria people call me mar. though some people call me Dustin for some reason” I winced telling him her street name might not be the best thing because if the head of Moth eaters found out that they had the ‘Dustin ’ I might die quicker or worst they’d put me to work here.
His eyes got huge and he sat forward and whispered “oh my god you’re the Dustin in the flesh the same Dustin who started steeling food from several food markets at age 10 and gave it to a orphanage. Oh and one time you knocked out a gang with only your fist. Like they said you were a dude guess they were just embarrassed wait are you Dustin?”
I let him catch his breath and looked around to make sure no one was listening. Sure enough like always everyone was listening wanting to get in on the latest gossip. I said as loud as I could without being loud enough for the upstairs to hear me “nah I had an uncle Dustin they say I was his clone because I looked and acted like him” a look of disappointment flashed across his face and I frowned couldn’t he tell that I was lying, man I hated to disappoint another fan but this guy is so loud and I couldn’t risk giving myself up.
Daniel nodded clearly disappointed and sighed “so what do we do before the whole torture thing”
All I could do was look at him like he was crazy did he not see that we were locked in a room closet with nothing surrounding us but other cells and poles with people tied to it. “Nothing we just sit here”
He frowned “what is the torture like I mean is I know its painful but I’d like to know so I can be ready”
She stopped him from saying anything else and hissed “do you want advice kid don’t anticipate don’t assume and aggravate” that was rule number two to surviving. I might as well take him under my wing because this kid will probably not survive even though he is taller stronger and probably older than me. “The key to torture is those three things because the torture lies not in the amount of punches or hits you get but in the seconds between the fists is raised and when it slaps it against your back.”
Daniel looked at me shocked like I was some totally different than the girl in front of him but … in front of the crowd screaming ‘the world isn’t flat is round it’s called a sphere’ okay maybe he found some dye after he raided the store because this kid is acting as blond as I am a older person telling you how to survive world war II. He quickly shook the look from his face and whispered “you are -”
I shoved my hand over his mouth before he could say it and hissed “took you long enough Sherlock just keep quiet because the walls have ears”
He nodded and frowned “why did you lie and quit treating me like a two year old I am seventeen”
I sighed and hit her head on the wall “listen you maybe seventeen but you act like you are a two year old, if people know who I am it will bad news for all of us because they will force me to work for them” than I slumped against the wall “besides Dustin of the hood died along with the people during the first wave of the A.N.L last year” nobody knew that my split personality was Dustin, someone I planned to never be again I lost the will to be robin hood when my brother died
He frowned at her “why you were awesome and the day you saved the orphanage from shutting down you were my hero because you brought me food.”
I winced great another adoring fan that can’t stop talking about the past “listen another rule of surviving this place don’t talk about Dustin he is just a revolt who refused to let other people die because he couldn’t even help his own family and in the end he died the same night his brother died.” He didn’t respond Daniel just sat there and looked at the ground.
“so that’s why you stopped coming around” he whispered and then he looked up “that’s why I am here because the orphanage shut down and split up the kids half of them went to the vipers and half of them went here”
I finally snapped “so what am I supposed to do about it what do you want for me to swoop down in that stupid baseball cap with my hair pinned up like a boy and that stupid baseball jersey and jeans. Do you except me to be able to rescue one hundred and fifty kids?” My face was crimson color and my fists were balled up. I hate it when people look at me desperately or treat me like the friggin second coming of Jesus. I can’t stand the fact that I saved them and yet I couldn’t even save my brother or my mother. why to them did I symbolize something I wasn’t “whatever listen we get limited sleeping time and right now you are disturbing it so get your happy fan crazed butt to bed before I force it there.” My rug offered no comfort and no protection to the dead thoughts coming back to me. Sleep isn’t coming tonight and I knew it. this was part of the torture your memories, even the happy ones, brought tears to your eyes and pain in your mental heart, a place where no whip no bamboo stick or even gun could reach. I had my pain to though I never showed it I felt at lost when my brother withered away and mom disappeared. They blew away from my life and left me with nothing but sadness that no old jersey of my brothers or jewelry of my mom could cure. Maybe if I listen to the snoring I can find myself some sleep or at least somewhere in between, counting the sheep never helped but for some reason when everyone else was sleeping I could go to sleep dad says it’s my protective instincts going to work well he used to say and he also said that while I was a baby that if they weren’t asleep I wouldn’t go to sleep either so they had to pretend to sleep and I’d quickly fall asleep. There is a snore missing, Daniel has his eyes closed but you can see he’s faking. I throw a rock at him “go to sleep”
He sat up and starred at me “I can’t”
“What do you want for me to sing a lullaby” I growled
He looked at me seriously “please”
What? Is this a joke? “You’re older than me and you need me to sing you to sleep you have got to be kidding me”
He frowned and looked at me “I am not, the lady at the orphanage had a crank record players um I think it was called a gramophone”
I sighed if I want to sleep I guess I have to “okay but tomorrow you better grow up and fall asleep when I tell you to” I frowned and started to sing with a mix somewhere between alto and soprano
I rolled my eyes such a newbie and stretched “what’s up early bird” then I stood up and looked at the other cells “where is everyone else?”
Daniel shrugged “dunno they came in and took them about three minutes ago.” My jaw must have dropped because he leaned forward and shut my mouth with two fingers “watch it flies will fly in”
I frowned and pushed him away “why didn’t you wake me up don’t you see that every move the eaters make is important you must always watch their move if you don’t they could kill you before you can say ‘what?”
He looked at me again like I was Galileo and I wanted to slap him but couldn’t because she devil and baldy came down the stairs. She devil grabbed my left arm and jerked me out of the closet and up the stairs hope newbie didn’t get treated this way because he would probably cry. They shuffled into a room full of dresses that remind you of the nobles from the Victorian age. The silks hung gracefully off the hanger so they wouldn’t wrinkle. She devil picked up several layers of the silk “get undressed beside your unders” I nodded and did as she said. She forced a corset onto me and tided it tight to where I couldn’t breathe. Then she forced me into a heavy embroidered bodice and thick skirt that was the same color as a rose. “you are lucky a very important customer of ours and if screw this up…” she jerked my bodice that was low cut and tied at the back “I will make sure you pay when I kill you” I remained quiet and went into the bidding room. Another thing that reminded me of the Victorian age was this room, it was covered from top to bottom in vintage styled furniture and Persian rug. They lined us up on the in a straight line with our back against the wall and shoulders touching each others. Daniel was beside me and severely quiet.
Before the jerk who was going to buy us shuffled in I turned my attention to preparing him. “Daniel remembers what I said earlier and another thing if they ask you to model do it like you’re a model if they ask you to play a instrument do it like a pro.”
He nodded “m’kay but what do I do if someone bids on me and not you or vice versa”
I frowned if he was older why the heck he was so dependent? “Find someone who will take you under their wing and stick to them like glue until you think you able to support yourself”
He nodded “it was nice to meet you Maria let’s hope that our fate is the same”
What was fate? A cruel person that didn’t like seeing any other person happy and isn’t that same person that feeds off of our life of our craziness, sadness, stubbornness, and anger. not once have I herd of someone who has a fate that has happy. Not in my own life time I haven’t life has been too difficult to have a rich, wonderful life, unless of course you are rich. A fat stubby man wobbled into the room and looked them over then looked at a list, then left immediately. See what I mean no one is going to have a good life before their end because I am sure she devil and baldy promised every one of us the same thing, we would be beaten to death. As if to prove me wrong that the rich always get there way the fat man, (I think I will call him bob since whenever he moves his head, hair and fat bobs) came back in with two boys twins I think and a little girl about five. No one moved and he cleared his throat “if you are not one of the following please leave” he pulled out his reading glasses and looked back at the list “I need two performers, a playmate/ nanny for my daughter and two female toys for my twin sons” I pray my expression remained the same as the younger preteen girls and younger boys left leaving us with 12 girls (the youngest girls staid) and 3 boys thankful Daniel was one of them something made me reach for his hand for once I was scared at my last auction the guy was looking for the same thing as the twins but it went a little different and I kicked him where the sun don’t shine. So they lost a valuable costumer and I got the crap beat out of me. Daniels hand was warm and rough he squeezed my hand and I saw a smile form slightly from the corner of my eye. The twins came over and slowly started to pick their ‘toys’ and I had to let go of Daniels hand as they boys nodded at each other.
“All of the girls step forward please” the red head yelled
“Stand up straight” the blonde instructed. We did as we told and watched them run their cold eyes over us. all I could do to protect myself from being picked was think the same thing and hoped they read minds ‘you two are idiots I will never do as you ask’ the redheads eyes found me and stood in front of me .
“wow you do give us a challenge Syth ” he grinned at me and I kept saying my mantra in my mind ‘never in my life will I do something like that for you I would rather scream I am Dustin in front of a whole bunch of gang leaders’
The moth eater leader (I guess is Syth) ginned but his father stopped him from saying anything “boys you know you only get one toy each and that is it now chose”
The blond sighed and rolled his eyes “okay dad on it” he walked over to where his brother was still standing and looked at the girl beside me I was to focused on the red head to notice him nodding at me ‘if you so much as lay a hand on me I will find that gun baldy has and shoot you” the red head flinched breaking his eye contact and moved to the other side of the room and pulled out a girl that was checking him out (okay so I guess some of the girls didn’t understand what the father meant either that they really wanted to be some guys mistress) I do admit the twins where good looking they both looked more fit then the father (they both had washboard abs that you could see under their tank tops) but something about their personality both of them seam spoiled and cruel . the blond turned his attention to me and looked me up and down grinning ‘I will do nothing for you if you pick me I will make sure that you are trampled by your own horses in fact I will push you in front of one and spook it myself’ . he didn’t move and kept on starring at me I was starting to get nervous but the red head saved me by touching the red heads shoulder
“that girl aint got nothing but trouble written all over her face you better not” the red head said and held hands with the girl he had chosen they already looked like a happy (except for the sly look on the red head’s face) man remind me to thank him if I get chosen, well not in his ways but I guess I could make my famous cookies.
“man you know me I like feisty girls they don’t wear out as fast” he said back not taking his eyes off of me and for once I let my disgust show on my face he looked entertained and whispered in my ear “the harder they try the longer they have to fall.” He enjoyed my response which was a shiver up my spine.
He finally decided on a girl who was a little farther down from me and looked like she wanted to shoot him. the little spoiled girl had ran out of place and picked a girl we call China out of line (we call her China because she reminds you of the porcelain dolls you can find in the magazine) the dad sighed “will all of the older girls who cannot perform leave”
~Daniel~
I stood still at the orphanage we were thought how to dance and how to play a instrument but never to sing because grandma (she was a old lady who loved to teach us and tell us stories) believed that every child had it in them to play a instrument but it took real talent to sing. All of the kids except for 2 girls and the other two boys staid (one girl was Maria thankfully) and I got nervous because if what Maria had said was true than this was my one and only chance to escape being beaten to death something I pray I don’t have to do. Maria is back at my side except for she is holding my hand and it is shaking before when she was holding my hand she seemed more confident like the way I imaged the Dustin would hold our hands as a kid now she makes it feel as if I am Dustin and she is the little kid seeking for someone to save her. the problem is I don’t really save her I don’t know how to survive in this world. grandma had cut us off and led us to believe that we were children off god who would protect us and only two days out of the orphanage I can see she is wrong. The man had already pushed two people away a girl and a boy. I started getting nervous and I squeezed Maria’s hand she squeezed it back and the man stood in front of the boy beside me (he reminded me of a band poster grandma had hanging on the wall I don’t remember the name but he had the rocker typer going on) the boy slid easily over a octave in bass. The man nodded and pulled him out of the line “what’s your name child I can hear it in your voice the talent you have”
the boy didn’t answer and looked down Syth laughed and answered “he don’t know his name the only reason we kept this child alive for this long is his voice. we figured someone give him a name sooner or later whenever they bought him his mama abandoned him as three year old neva told us his name. Taylor you sure you want this one?”
The man Syth called Taylor looked at the nameless boy pitifully and hugged him “I’ll take him he has a good singing voice and my wife will love him” Maria looked like she was going to feint as he stood in front of me “can you sing young man?”
My hand gripped Maria’s hand harder as I swallowed “I-” Maria elbowed my side to remind me. I nodded and sung the first verse of amazing grace a little shakily. He nodded and moved in front of Maria as if he was still deciding. She squeezed my hand to let me know I did well and it would be okay if I didn’t make it.
Syth stepped up “I don’t know if you want this one Taylor. When your kids say she was trouble they weren’t lying, at first she wouldn’t stop crying and she wouldn’t eat plush she caused trouble with her bunk mate who unfortunately we had to but down. Now she doesn’t shut up at night don’t share her food and is very resistant she made me lose one of my valuable customers. Her own father doesn’t want her he put her on the collateral and kicked her out of the house. ”
Maria winced and squeezed my hand to hard and I let out a gasp. Taylor looked at my hand than to her hand and smiled at Maria “I see you made a friend it seems that you were having some problems do you mind singing for me?
Maria nodded she didn’t bother singing the octaves or the lame amazing grace she did something different and pressed to stand out despite her still just as tight grip on my hand. She started sinning as smoothly as she did last night except she sounded different. She didn’t sound as if she were trying to soothe someone though it was similar to the country grandma played on the gramophone. It sounded as if she was trying to get a message across to all who were listening
~Maria~
A pair of cold grey eyes starred me down. The same lady that had tied me up seconds ago was pulling out a leather whip and ran her fingers threw her short black hair. I think that I pissed her off because I wasn’t crying and begging for mercy, and even though it could save me some whippings I won’t. she is behind me I can feel her eagle like eyes piercing its ways through me and when she will circle around teasing me by rubbing the whip along my old wounds I won’t cry I meet her with the same cruelty in my golden green eyes ill make sure that hope or pain won’t show. I hate pissing the lady off but I will be strong.
A month ago they kidnapped me. A month ago the lady with black hair and grey eyes aka she devil started etching bloody trees into my back and sides making sure the branches were just as long as the rest. a month ago when I was running away they shot me and I let them have the pleasure of seeing me cry day after day. That was a month ago and I don’t let them have the pleasure anymore because in two days they will start a new type of torture they will whip me bloody and make sure I bleed badly when the bullet lands in some random place of my body. In two days if my ransom isn’t paid if my father doesn’t meet them under the bridge without any cops. If all of that doesn’t happens I will be dead in some whole without a coffin.
The same man that threw me into the the rusty bed of a pickup truck the day I was kidnapped came down and looked me square in the eyes. I call him baldy because even though he is buffer and stronger than any wrestling person on TV I have ever seen he is still bald. He throws my dinner, rice and some kind of spoiled soup, onto the basement floor. They like to see me eat it off the floor and for once I let my face show my hate. I hate them for kidnapping me I hate them for repeatedly beating me even though I wasn’t the one who borrowed from this stupid gang. I hate them for treating me like dirt. But they don’t care they just snicker and watch me hungrily scoop up the goop with my hands as I stuff my face. One time when I refused to eat it that way they sent the two pit bulls they owned and made me watch as they ate my food. Its imposable for me to refuse the food because I know that I won’t know when I will get another meal. That’s the thing I hate the most about being here. Not the food even though it’s probably worst than my younger sisters cooking. Not the people even though they are pretty much second place, but the torture. Yes I know that my captors are hardly as bad as the Nazi people who tortured Jews but still this could place second. My cell is only a small section of the basement right under the stairs. Every day since I got here they have dragged me out of the broom closet like room and tide me down to a stool and tried to get me to cry for them. They have whipped me, taken a rusty knife and carved random things into my skin without numbing my arm, heck they even acted like rednecks a couple of times and shot me.
The thing hate the most is I am starting to forgot my already faded memories. I am starting to forget what the sun is like. Down here in the basement I can’t feel anything but cold. I don’t remember what a bird sounds like I only remember what the sound of a whip or cries from my prison mate, another random kid who’s parents couldn’t pay the post war taxes and ending up borrowing from this stupid gang, sometimes they leave the door cracked and I hear the news on but all I hear is of how America won’t be able to get off its feet after 20 years in a nuclear war, the war that was suppose to end the world, world war III. It reminds me of before I was captured but it still isn’t as satisfying as my memories of the birds singing there sweet songs. Then again its painful to remember. So I let the memories fade from existence. My younger sisters cooking, mom telling me to clean up my room, my dad’s swearing about needing work, everything haunts me, tortures me mentally because somehow deep within I know that I won’t feel these things again or even hear my mother’s concerned ranting because I’ll be dead in 48 hours. And then I remember the one thing I don’t want to, a bee sting to my already broken body.
Mom stands over me and I stand up and look at her “yes mam?”
She sighs and gets it out with “you have been listening haven’t you?”
I nod, that is all I can do since the pain in her eyes has shut me up. I don’t mean to hurt her but I’d like to know my own fate since it’s the topic of the centaury in my family so its kinda hard to avoid the hushed conversation between them at night.
She frowns and sits on the couch. My eight year old sister hops on her lap. She is the same as always sucking up to my mother and getting her ways. ”Maria you know that I don’t want do but we need food its hard enough that the soup kitchen wont except you and your older brother but soon they’ll lower the age again and Lisa won’t count. Maybe if you get a job at the soup kitchen…”
I sigh she always wants me to get a job and help ‘support’ the family. She frowns she knows that I’m mad now and that I will not respond a helpful trait curdiest of the man who brought me into the world and I have every right to be mad. Wait I’m not mad I’m furious not exactly at my mom it’s hard to be mad at your own mother. No I was furious at America. For not being ‘the land of free’ it promised to be so long ago. It’s so darn twisted now that my own parents could put me as collateral for a loan, a loan not from the government but openly from a gang. All because stupid, stupid, stupid America, went back to slavery and there is nowhere to run. After WWIII and America finally paid its allies back, money and supplies disappeared leaving the economy to slump around depressed in its ruins. Basically for those of us who were to slow to understand it shut down. Gas jerked its way up to a record twenty dollars a gallon, event the rich people couldn’t afford it well what was left of the hording rich people. Every one lost jobs and those who had it were not making enough to survive. The thirst for the underground and the black market rose. It pushed gangs and violence to be found on every corner because now they had no reason to hide the police was gone. And when you thought it couldn’t get worse it did because all of the government programs disappeared. The first the job inspired ones, no matter how much people tried if you didn’t fit in on the way the people look you weren’t hired or if you had a job you fired. Every one hated when the poor inspired ones were destroyed, no one had the money to support another person but their consciences were distressed when they passed a less fortunate person. The retired people were down on their knees as the when the social security was gone. amazingly all of this happened within a month after the war. Everyone started to fight for the next meal they desperately needed at the soup kitchens and charity houses but were turned away with only disappointment because only children and elderly got meals. No other program was left to save us because at age thirteen you were considered a adult. All the things that were once so helpful became our worst enemies and our enemies our friends. America apparently got smart before abandoning its own people and built a 100ft high iron gate to surround the whole United States. if you were lucky and lived close to the gate you got a job to patrol it and shot who ever came within a fifteen mile radius. No country could touch the fence anyways because of the barb wire wrapped around the black poles with sharp spiked tops. Nobody saw it as a sign that America was about to change drastically because everyone was too wrapped up in other things like always. We have done what nobody expected; we cut our selves of from our allies, even though it was probably when we need them most because no one knew how to survive without our precious imports. In my dreams I live in another country, maybe another world anything to prevent me from being sold into slavery. Sometimes being murdered seams better than being sold into slavery and since the possibility of being kidnapped by aliens was ruled out a long time ago I only have those to choices. But that’s in my dreams a place I would rather be than starring at my mom who fights tears back every time I walk by her and I see the ‘my baby dead look written all over her face’ it makes me want to scream ‘I am still here mom look at me” but she will just turn away and face the wall secretly letting the tears roll down her beautiful face that cheered me up when I was little and upset.
Only hate seams to fill me now but it feels different that the furious feeling that filled me last year. This time it’s pointed toward my family and other things, it comes with questions that I can’t answer and now my mom my one true advisor can’t either. I still wonder ‘what the heck was she thinking’ and ‘did she regret having me her middle child?’ did I cause so much pain that every time she looked at the threats from the gang ‘Moth Eaters’ her face would scrunch up with a look of disgust and pain so that she seemed like she wasn’t even my mother? She was put out of her of her misery before I got the courage to ask anything. She caught what the America was dreading a new virus called A.N.L. ‘atra nullus levis’ a virus that like any sickness caused you to be tired confused loss of memory nauseous and other symptoms but also it was different because while you looked like you had a regular cold on the outside on the inside your blood was literally boiling to steam until at last you died of blood lost and malnutrition. My brother was the first to die he quietly passed in the middle of the night but like other Americans we ignored what was right in front of us and thought it was normal. It wasn’t until my mom passed that my dad started screaming bloody murder and then he just stopped. He stopped caring he stopped eating he stooped living one might say. My dad would frown at me every time I passed him before I got kidnapped as if it was my fault. Or maybe it was my appearance I had her golden green eyes and clear face along with her brown hair genetics only gave my father’s personality and cursed me with my mother’s looks. My street smarts were my own earned by living my life and doing other things I only halfway regret. That’s how I know I am going to die because I reminded my dad to much of my own mother and because we didn’t have the money to pay back the Moth Eaters but mostly the first reason. There was a scream and I snapped from my thoughts to the real world instantly and saw crybaby on the chair with the devil holding a new toy a long bamboo stick at his back. She grinned happy for the entertainment and lifted the bamboo stick slowly. I don’t look away and pray that he is numb to the pain. Crybaby proves me wrong and starts screaming loudly and jerked around in his chair before she even touches him with the bamboo. The next thing I heard was a thunder like bang from on the stairs. I looked up and saw baldy come down the stairs and then I looked back at she devil and grinned at the glare she had. Sometimes it was hard to believe that they were married because of the way they acted at times. he smiled and grabbed her by the hips pulling her close, the same gross move he does, when he knows he is in the dog house and kissed her “bosses orders he was disturbing the guest and you know important those guest are.” Then he picked her up bridal style and carried her up the stairs kissing her every step they take. Okay so in my personal opinion that is more torture than being whipped because it is so darn gross and manages to make me want to puke. Then I hear a whisper and tense automatically as I turn around to face a teenager. He repeated his question a little louder “is this our fate.” Something about him makes me want to relax and treat him like a lost soul but my wits intervene and tell me the most important rule of surviving in this hopeless country ‘never trust anyone and stick to your own.’
I nod at him and move to my rug on the floor currently serving as a mattress “at the auction no one bid on him and his parents like many of ours could not afford the ransom”. The look he gives me is a mixture of pity and scared so I sigh. The person to share this room was a mean female dog, really a ugly 17 year old girl, who beat me up worse than the she devil and stole my mattress. Thankfully they killed her three weeks ago 9the end of my first week here I figure its because she devil was sick of my screaming and her not being the cause of that pain). I wonder why they put a boy and a girl in the same cell, were they just that stupid or did the moth eaters think it would be funny, either way I was stuck with him for the next two days since I already had my auction. He remained quiet and it gave me some time to study his appearance in the dim lighting he had greasy black hair and cat like green eyes. It kinda felt awkward since my dad and my brother were the only guys I really knew.
He got up, he had to be at least 5’4, and made his way over to the cell door and looked at the body “what are they going to do with the body.”
I frowned “hopefully feed it to the dogs because I am not looking forward to dead people in my rice tomorrow and believe me they do it.”
He starred at me with disbelief and frowned “you’re lying to me because I’m a newbie no one could be that cruel.”
I shook my head and leaned against the cold concrete wall “nope they have done it before, the girl from the next cell over was in my dinner the day I got here and I was stupid enough to eat the food.”
He frowned and sat down quietly “how long do you have?”
This time it was my turn to keep quiet no one in this place liked to think about how long they had and even though I was just doing it I really didn’t want to do it again it because it makes me think of life outside of this stupid prison
He immediately changed the subject when he saw the pained look on my face “I am Daniel people call me Danny.”
“I’m Maria people call me mar. though some people call me Dustin for some reason” I winced telling him her street name might not be the best thing because if the head of Moth eaters found out that they had the ‘Dustin ’ I might die quicker or worst they’d put me to work here.
His eyes got huge and he sat forward and whispered “oh my god you’re the Dustin in the flesh the same Dustin who started steeling food from several food markets at age 10 and gave it to a orphanage. Oh and one time you knocked out a gang with only your fist. Like they said you were a dude guess they were just embarrassed wait are you Dustin?”
I let him catch his breath and looked around to make sure no one was listening. Sure enough like always everyone was listening wanting to get in on the latest gossip. I said as loud as I could without being loud enough for the upstairs to hear me “nah I had an uncle Dustin they say I was his clone because I looked and acted like him” a look of disappointment flashed across his face and I frowned couldn’t he tell that I was lying, man I hated to disappoint another fan but this guy is so loud and I couldn’t risk giving myself up.
Daniel nodded clearly disappointed and sighed “so what do we do before the whole torture thing”
All I could do was look at him like he was crazy did he not see that we were locked in a room closet with nothing surrounding us but other cells and poles with people tied to it. “Nothing we just sit here”
He frowned “what is the torture like I mean is I know its painful but I’d like to know so I can be ready”
She stopped him from saying anything else and hissed “do you want advice kid don’t anticipate don’t assume and aggravate” that was rule number two to surviving. I might as well take him under my wing because this kid will probably not survive even though he is taller stronger and probably older than me. “The key to torture is those three things because the torture lies not in the amount of punches or hits you get but in the seconds between the fists is raised and when it slaps it against your back.”
Daniel looked at me shocked like I was some totally different than the girl in front of him but … in front of the crowd screaming ‘the world isn’t flat is round it’s called a sphere’ okay maybe he found some dye after he raided the store because this kid is acting as blond as I am a older person telling you how to survive world war II. He quickly shook the look from his face and whispered “you are -”
I shoved my hand over his mouth before he could say it and hissed “took you long enough Sherlock just keep quiet because the walls have ears”
He nodded and frowned “why did you lie and quit treating me like a two year old I am seventeen”
I sighed and hit her head on the wall “listen you maybe seventeen but you act like you are a two year old, if people know who I am it will bad news for all of us because they will force me to work for them” than I slumped against the wall “besides Dustin of the hood died along with the people during the first wave of the A.N.L last year” nobody knew that my split personality was Dustin, someone I planned to never be again I lost the will to be robin hood when my brother died
He frowned at her “why you were awesome and the day you saved the orphanage from shutting down you were my hero because you brought me food.”
I winced great another adoring fan that can’t stop talking about the past “listen another rule of surviving this place don’t talk about Dustin he is just a revolt who refused to let other people die because he couldn’t even help his own family and in the end he died the same night his brother died.” He didn’t respond Daniel just sat there and looked at the ground.
“so that’s why you stopped coming around” he whispered and then he looked up “that’s why I am here because the orphanage shut down and split up the kids half of them went to the vipers and half of them went here”
I finally snapped “so what am I supposed to do about it what do you want for me to swoop down in that stupid baseball cap with my hair pinned up like a boy and that stupid baseball jersey and jeans. Do you except me to be able to rescue one hundred and fifty kids?” My face was crimson color and my fists were balled up. I hate it when people look at me desperately or treat me like the friggin second coming of Jesus. I can’t stand the fact that I saved them and yet I couldn’t even save my brother or my mother. why to them did I symbolize something I wasn’t “whatever listen we get limited sleeping time and right now you are disturbing it so get your happy fan crazed butt to bed before I force it there.” My rug offered no comfort and no protection to the dead thoughts coming back to me. Sleep isn’t coming tonight and I knew it. this was part of the torture your memories, even the happy ones, brought tears to your eyes and pain in your mental heart, a place where no whip no bamboo stick or even gun could reach. I had my pain to though I never showed it I felt at lost when my brother withered away and mom disappeared. They blew away from my life and left me with nothing but sadness that no old jersey of my brothers or jewelry of my mom could cure. Maybe if I listen to the snoring I can find myself some sleep or at least somewhere in between, counting the sheep never helped but for some reason when everyone else was sleeping I could go to sleep dad says it’s my protective instincts going to work well he used to say and he also said that while I was a baby that if they weren’t asleep I wouldn’t go to sleep either so they had to pretend to sleep and I’d quickly fall asleep. There is a snore missing, Daniel has his eyes closed but you can see he’s faking. I throw a rock at him “go to sleep”
He sat up and starred at me “I can’t”
“What do you want for me to sing a lullaby” I growled
He looked at me seriously “please”
What? Is this a joke? “You’re older than me and you need me to sing you to sleep you have got to be kidding me”
He frowned and looked at me “I am not, the lady at the orphanage had a crank record players um I think it was called a gramophone”
I sighed if I want to sleep I guess I have to “okay but tomorrow you better grow up and fall asleep when I tell you to” I frowned and started to sing with a mix somewhere between alto and soprano
“Whisper tonight
Pray tell
Come out of your little shell
Dream of the little people on the river’s edge
Whose stories they tell?
No one knows of the freedoms they speak
No one listened to them
Listen little one
Sleep, sleep to their stories
Sit on the river’s edge
With them tonight
Come sleep little one
Come sleep and stay that way
Cherish this night and cherish the day
Just Sleep, sleep little one”
When I heard his snoring and I relaxed and before I knew it she was asleep to. The next morning or afternoon she woke up feeling weird like I had a stiff neck. I sat up and looked down and saw that Daniel had taken his rug and rolled it up for a pillow for me and he had taken his ripped jacket and put it over her. He saw me sit up and smiled “morning” Pray tell
Come out of your little shell
Dream of the little people on the river’s edge
Whose stories they tell?
No one knows of the freedoms they speak
No one listened to them
Listen little one
Sleep, sleep to their stories
Sit on the river’s edge
With them tonight
Come sleep little one
Come sleep and stay that way
Cherish this night and cherish the day
Just Sleep, sleep little one”
I rolled my eyes such a newbie and stretched “what’s up early bird” then I stood up and looked at the other cells “where is everyone else?”
Daniel shrugged “dunno they came in and took them about three minutes ago.” My jaw must have dropped because he leaned forward and shut my mouth with two fingers “watch it flies will fly in”
I frowned and pushed him away “why didn’t you wake me up don’t you see that every move the eaters make is important you must always watch their move if you don’t they could kill you before you can say ‘what?”
He looked at me again like I was Galileo and I wanted to slap him but couldn’t because she devil and baldy came down the stairs. She devil grabbed my left arm and jerked me out of the closet and up the stairs hope newbie didn’t get treated this way because he would probably cry. They shuffled into a room full of dresses that remind you of the nobles from the Victorian age. The silks hung gracefully off the hanger so they wouldn’t wrinkle. She devil picked up several layers of the silk “get undressed beside your unders” I nodded and did as she said. She forced a corset onto me and tided it tight to where I couldn’t breathe. Then she forced me into a heavy embroidered bodice and thick skirt that was the same color as a rose. “you are lucky a very important customer of ours and if screw this up…” she jerked my bodice that was low cut and tied at the back “I will make sure you pay when I kill you” I remained quiet and went into the bidding room. Another thing that reminded me of the Victorian age was this room, it was covered from top to bottom in vintage styled furniture and Persian rug. They lined us up on the in a straight line with our back against the wall and shoulders touching each others. Daniel was beside me and severely quiet.
Before the jerk who was going to buy us shuffled in I turned my attention to preparing him. “Daniel remembers what I said earlier and another thing if they ask you to model do it like you’re a model if they ask you to play a instrument do it like a pro.”
He nodded “m’kay but what do I do if someone bids on me and not you or vice versa”
I frowned if he was older why the heck he was so dependent? “Find someone who will take you under their wing and stick to them like glue until you think you able to support yourself”
He nodded “it was nice to meet you Maria let’s hope that our fate is the same”
What was fate? A cruel person that didn’t like seeing any other person happy and isn’t that same person that feeds off of our life of our craziness, sadness, stubbornness, and anger. not once have I herd of someone who has a fate that has happy. Not in my own life time I haven’t life has been too difficult to have a rich, wonderful life, unless of course you are rich. A fat stubby man wobbled into the room and looked them over then looked at a list, then left immediately. See what I mean no one is going to have a good life before their end because I am sure she devil and baldy promised every one of us the same thing, we would be beaten to death. As if to prove me wrong that the rich always get there way the fat man, (I think I will call him bob since whenever he moves his head, hair and fat bobs) came back in with two boys twins I think and a little girl about five. No one moved and he cleared his throat “if you are not one of the following please leave” he pulled out his reading glasses and looked back at the list “I need two performers, a playmate/ nanny for my daughter and two female toys for my twin sons” I pray my expression remained the same as the younger preteen girls and younger boys left leaving us with 12 girls (the youngest girls staid) and 3 boys thankful Daniel was one of them something made me reach for his hand for once I was scared at my last auction the guy was looking for the same thing as the twins but it went a little different and I kicked him where the sun don’t shine. So they lost a valuable costumer and I got the crap beat out of me. Daniels hand was warm and rough he squeezed my hand and I saw a smile form slightly from the corner of my eye. The twins came over and slowly started to pick their ‘toys’ and I had to let go of Daniels hand as they boys nodded at each other.
“All of the girls step forward please” the red head yelled
“Stand up straight” the blonde instructed. We did as we told and watched them run their cold eyes over us. all I could do to protect myself from being picked was think the same thing and hoped they read minds ‘you two are idiots I will never do as you ask’ the redheads eyes found me and stood in front of me .
“wow you do give us a challenge Syth ” he grinned at me and I kept saying my mantra in my mind ‘never in my life will I do something like that for you I would rather scream I am Dustin in front of a whole bunch of gang leaders’
The moth eater leader (I guess is Syth) ginned but his father stopped him from saying anything “boys you know you only get one toy each and that is it now chose”
The blond sighed and rolled his eyes “okay dad on it” he walked over to where his brother was still standing and looked at the girl beside me I was to focused on the red head to notice him nodding at me ‘if you so much as lay a hand on me I will find that gun baldy has and shoot you” the red head flinched breaking his eye contact and moved to the other side of the room and pulled out a girl that was checking him out (okay so I guess some of the girls didn’t understand what the father meant either that they really wanted to be some guys mistress) I do admit the twins where good looking they both looked more fit then the father (they both had washboard abs that you could see under their tank tops) but something about their personality both of them seam spoiled and cruel . the blond turned his attention to me and looked me up and down grinning ‘I will do nothing for you if you pick me I will make sure that you are trampled by your own horses in fact I will push you in front of one and spook it myself’ . he didn’t move and kept on starring at me I was starting to get nervous but the red head saved me by touching the red heads shoulder
“that girl aint got nothing but trouble written all over her face you better not” the red head said and held hands with the girl he had chosen they already looked like a happy (except for the sly look on the red head’s face) man remind me to thank him if I get chosen, well not in his ways but I guess I could make my famous cookies.
“man you know me I like feisty girls they don’t wear out as fast” he said back not taking his eyes off of me and for once I let my disgust show on my face he looked entertained and whispered in my ear “the harder they try the longer they have to fall.” He enjoyed my response which was a shiver up my spine.
He finally decided on a girl who was a little farther down from me and looked like she wanted to shoot him. the little spoiled girl had ran out of place and picked a girl we call China out of line (we call her China because she reminds you of the porcelain dolls you can find in the magazine) the dad sighed “will all of the older girls who cannot perform leave”
~Daniel~
I stood still at the orphanage we were thought how to dance and how to play a instrument but never to sing because grandma (she was a old lady who loved to teach us and tell us stories) believed that every child had it in them to play a instrument but it took real talent to sing. All of the kids except for 2 girls and the other two boys staid (one girl was Maria thankfully) and I got nervous because if what Maria had said was true than this was my one and only chance to escape being beaten to death something I pray I don’t have to do. Maria is back at my side except for she is holding my hand and it is shaking before when she was holding my hand she seemed more confident like the way I imaged the Dustin would hold our hands as a kid now she makes it feel as if I am Dustin and she is the little kid seeking for someone to save her. the problem is I don’t really save her I don’t know how to survive in this world. grandma had cut us off and led us to believe that we were children off god who would protect us and only two days out of the orphanage I can see she is wrong. The man had already pushed two people away a girl and a boy. I started getting nervous and I squeezed Maria’s hand she squeezed it back and the man stood in front of the boy beside me (he reminded me of a band poster grandma had hanging on the wall I don’t remember the name but he had the rocker typer going on) the boy slid easily over a octave in bass. The man nodded and pulled him out of the line “what’s your name child I can hear it in your voice the talent you have”
the boy didn’t answer and looked down Syth laughed and answered “he don’t know his name the only reason we kept this child alive for this long is his voice. we figured someone give him a name sooner or later whenever they bought him his mama abandoned him as three year old neva told us his name. Taylor you sure you want this one?”
The man Syth called Taylor looked at the nameless boy pitifully and hugged him “I’ll take him he has a good singing voice and my wife will love him” Maria looked like she was going to feint as he stood in front of me “can you sing young man?”
My hand gripped Maria’s hand harder as I swallowed “I-” Maria elbowed my side to remind me. I nodded and sung the first verse of amazing grace a little shakily. He nodded and moved in front of Maria as if he was still deciding. She squeezed my hand to let me know I did well and it would be okay if I didn’t make it.
Syth stepped up “I don’t know if you want this one Taylor. When your kids say she was trouble they weren’t lying, at first she wouldn’t stop crying and she wouldn’t eat plush she caused trouble with her bunk mate who unfortunately we had to but down. Now she doesn’t shut up at night don’t share her food and is very resistant she made me lose one of my valuable customers. Her own father doesn’t want her he put her on the collateral and kicked her out of the house. ”
Maria winced and squeezed my hand to hard and I let out a gasp. Taylor looked at my hand than to her hand and smiled at Maria “I see you made a friend it seems that you were having some problems do you mind singing for me?
Maria nodded she didn’t bother singing the octaves or the lame amazing grace she did something different and pressed to stand out despite her still just as tight grip on my hand. She started sinning as smoothly as she did last night except she sounded different. She didn’t sound as if she were trying to soothe someone though it was similar to the country grandma played on the gramophone. It sounded as if she was trying to get a message across to all who were listening
“we know you’re here We know that you do hear
but why don’t you listen why don’t answer
we know live we know that don’t care
but don’t why forgive yeah why don’t you forgive?
Is living life this hard
Is it that hard to say you don’t care
Why don’t you even try
Why do you just stare?
Is living life this hard
Do we seem that bad
Why don’t you listen
why don’t you care
do we have to scream it out loud
from the roof tops or on the ground
stop treating us like we don’t care
why don’t you listen why don’t you care”
but why don’t you listen why don’t answer
we know live we know that don’t care
but don’t why forgive yeah why don’t you forgive?
Is living life this hard
Is it that hard to say you don’t care
Why don’t you even try
Why do you just stare?
Is living life this hard
Do we seem that bad
Why don’t you listen
why don’t you care
do we have to scream it out loud
from the roof tops or on the ground
stop treating us like we don’t care
why don’t you listen why don’t you care”