A Life Changing Experience
By: Aryan
The experience, it was horrifying. Words cannot depict what I went through over the last 3 years; however, I am going to try my best to share, and hopefully, everyone who reads this story can learn from it
It all started at school 5 years back then, I was a careless and self-centered kid who didn’t care about anyone else. Moreover, I was not thankful for anything and never thought about what less fortunate kids across the world suffered from, including hunger, poverty, child labor, drugs, etc. I would make fun of people at school for wearing cheap clothes or using old technology gadgets. As a result, I had very few friends. The only friends I had were the ones who wanted to be close to me to use my gadgets;
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“ Your work will begin tomorrow”, Kuram said. “ Go find a corner in one of the rooms here and that will be your home. Whenever you are finished with your work, return to your room and wait until we assign you another task.”
“ Can I stay with the other kids in the same room?”, I asked.
“ Of course you can, we aren’t going to provide single room accomodation. This is not a hotel you moron.”
Without responding, I drew a box around an area that represented my home. The rest of the day was pretty boring, and the night was terrible. It got very cold at night and I had no blanket, pillow, or mattress to help me fall asleep.
The next morning was already incredibly difficult for me.
Kuram yelled, “ Jimmy! Wake up!”
“ 5 minutes, please, I sleepily replied.
“NOW!!!”
“ Please. 2 more minutes.” Moments later, he whipped me 5 times.
“ Go work in the fields right now!”, he once again yelled. “ Next time you take this much time, I will kill you.”
I jumped up and got right to work. It was tedious and the feeling was horrible. Around noon, I spotted someone running. Wait a second, that’s Johnny! I remember him, that athletic kid all the girls liked!, I thought. Seconds later, I saw 7-9 ostriches running after him. Johnny ran quite fast, but he was nothing compared to the ostriches. He was pinned down and killed. This was the moment I realized this was no joke. Our lives were on the line every day while working on this
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I couldn’t see where we were going because I was in the back seats and there were no windows on the car.
“ Ok Jimmy, let’s go”, Kuram exclaimed.
“ Umm, where are we?”, I asked.
“ Just shut up and follow me.”
We walked through a field until we reached to the warehouse. Oh no, they caught me. I’m going to die!, I thought. As we entered inside, it looked the exact same as last time. We probably took a longer route and entered from the back of the warehouse. Kuram dropped me at the inside and left. As I tried to leave I same man who hurt me last time was there again.
“ Hello once again, my buddy. Please don’t leave. I missed you. How are you?”, he asked.
“ Don’t kill me please, I just wanted something different to eat for a change”, I replied.
“ Yes, yes, I understand. When I was forced to work here, I felt the same. Our only difference was I did as I was told, and I got promoted to the executioner. So, how do you want to die?”
At this point, I was trying to buy time. I asked, “ Options?” He looked quite eager and honored to answer this question.
“ Thank you for asking! Well, there are many options. I can hang you, shoot you, gas you, electrocute you, and many more. Interested
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