elizabeth whitewood (wip) D10
Nov 8, 2014 15:47:22 GMT -5
Post by lunadarkmatter479 on Nov 8, 2014 15:47:22 GMT -5
Age: 15
District: 10
code word: odair
"Elizabeth get here now you pest!" that was papa calling the morning when hell started. I slipped my skinny legs out from under my bed cover on to the hard cold flooring or my room. A quick look in the mirror, my cold ice blue eyes stared back at me. My thin long black locks fell down past my shoulders. I skipped down the stairs to the kitchen.
MY father stood there with a stern look on his face, what had i done this time.
"Cook my breakfast girl." His words seam harsh but if I listened to papa I would be fine, so I did as he said I started to cook the same breakfast he had every day his and my ration of bacon on a slice of bread.
"what did you want to say papa?" I asked him. hoping so badly he didn't hit me.
"AH! Yes that you are going to work with one of my friends at the slaughter I shall never have to lay an eye on you ever again such a relief, I never under stood why you mother wanted to give birth to such a pesticide." papa always said that but I knew he didn't mean it did he?
So the next day I left papa to go work at the slaughter. It was no better there then at papas house (I learnt I just couldn't call that place home). I was slung in the back of a truck With the few belongings I had packed in a small bag. I did not know the man my papa had sold me too but I already did not like him.
"Scrawny little thing you are Elizabeth, but week make something out of you." His voice is raspy and sends a cool shock up my spindly spine. As the truck went over every bump I felt them all.
"What are you going to do to me?" I asked quietly so he could just about hear me.
"Now why would I tell you no keep quiet you are distracting me!"
Wen we finally pulled up to the slaughter house, I was dragged out of the back of the van. The man violently pulled me down bare corridors of an old looking building, finally he opened one of the many doors and chucked me inside.
"Sleep you have a... big day tomorrow." he chuckled wildly. What did he mean , he shut the door before I could ask. I lay on the cold bed I was provided and quickly I drifted into a deep sleep. That night I dreamed of my mother she had died of a horrid flu. As morning can I awoke.
"Wake up at get out here now you twerp." shouted the horrid man. I stood up from my bed and went out die of my room to find the man standing there with a whip in his left hand. Quickly he brought it across my face. I cried loudly out in pain, that was the first of many lashing to come. I was to work in the slaughter I was taught the most brutal ways of killing a lamb. At first i was reluctant to kill them, but then I learned it was just better to do as I was asked. As the years passed I got more and more scars from the lashings I was given. One evening ones my shift was over a found a large piece of sharp glass that night I cut myself all across my legs and arms. In the morning The creepy man came in to find me sat on the floor in a puddle of blood. He took me straight to the local healer.
"Oh god what happened to this dear poor girl?" The healer lady was very nice she helped me back to health but once I was better there was no way I was going back to that slaughter house. That night I escaped from the clutches of the creepy man, I never did find out his name. I was finally free from the horrid life I was born into. I ran into the dark streets of District!). Free but cover with the scars of my past I would never forget my time at the slaughter house and I don't want to forget. I was 14 years old the day I left and that was today. I am free, finally and I can go live my life the way I want to.
