Dear, Journal…
Im in pain.Cunfused.Scared. I don’t understand anything, where I am and why I’m here.. The scary looking soldiers whipped my back 25 times, every slash I kept counting hoping it will end soon. I was terrified! They were only on the 4th slash and yet I wanted to burst out in tears stand up and run away. However, I kept it all inside. I marked Jacobs words, I did not let myself cry or scream. I’m sitting here in a pile of hay; they are letting us rest for 5 minutes. I’m glad I have something to write my feeling on and let all my anger out. No one listens to me. They all think I’m twelve, but I’m actually ten. I keep on replaying the kidnapping, the beating, everything in my head. I can still hear Jacobs voice ringing in my ear, “Norman, what is 66 times 15” Jacob hissed. I wanted to answer, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t think! I knew the answer! I knew it! But…I had no strength to say it. I just murmured the answer to myself.
246 x 480…
I needed to focus. I needed to keep my head together.
Shoot! The soldiers are yelling. I have to go now. My head is fuzzy and I cant concentrate,but theres one thing I know, I will survive.
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