My new Life
Authors Note: This is a
short tale of girls taken out of their life into forced prostitution. I used
the song lyrics "Sound of Silence" to showcase the mood then.
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It was dark as
usual when we are locked in the rooms with only the single window up above on the
far wall allowing us a glimpse of the night sky. But tonight was different, I
could hear a song being sung by a man on the guitar. He was strumming the song
I have heard before but not in recent months. The lyrics vibrated in my mind as
I recall its words.
Hello darkness, my
old friend
I've come to talk
with you again
Because a vision
softly creeping
Left its seeds
while I was sleeping
And the vision that
was planted in my brain
Still remains
A beautiful song
heard from a beautiful time but now it holds my emotions in as silence is what
I desired now. It’s the defined word I have held onto since I came here. The
same word I hope would be heard by me when the sun comes up. I wished upon it every
night when I looked to the darkness. But comes morning, my wish would just be a
dream to be re-taken into the next night. It had failed me ever again to take
on my wish and left me to be tormented in the day with the opposite of silence.
Like the coming new
day when the sunlight came creeping in and I moved my body to the other side.
It’s not that I cannot bear the stench of her who lies with me but to see the
welts and damages her body reminds me of mine endured before. I had suffered
the bruises and pains like her; stripped of my dignity and strength but never
my soul.
Just as then when
I could take the nags and scoldings I lived my own life regardless. I do not
need their love then but only their unending flow of money for me to use was my
care. I hang out with my friends and abuse my time with restless actions so
that when I dragged myself home; it was to be in my bed and be asleep till the
need to get up. That was how it was then while I sum up my life with my parents
when they do see me; silence, when we meet and, silence when we part. We all led
solitary life from each other although we are bonded by blood and name.
Till that one day,
they came and took me by force into their van. I fought hard and they beat me
harder till I had to succumb to their needs. If the abuse of my body was bad
then, then the treatment later was more brutal. Slavery is not a way to live
life, but it was of mine then. I became a fragging human slave made to serve
and be served on their needs. I lost all hopes when I was abducted.
But I found myself
not alone.
Oh, God! If you
can hear me, please stop it. Maybe then we would have leaned more to you in our
times of need, but you have forsaken us in these times. We prayed for your
mercy and none was given. We could have cursed at you but what good would it
do. Like her behind my back now, we wept and cried but silent sounds followed
our tears. Surely, you could have seen us but you sent forth the Devil himself
to do his foul works. So tell me, God, do you know mercy or do you only give to
those whom you think deserved it. If it, my dear one whom I called God, I am
not your failure but you are mine.
We numbered more
than you can imagine. The lucky ones died before their tormenting overcame them
but I was not one of the lucky for I am still here. My mind tells me not to
take my life but I tried many a time to do it. All it did was give me more pain
than relief. As I lay in silence, I asked myself; maybe you would come. But
when was the second question I asked myself. I could find no answer for both nor
do I know how long I can last this pain and abuse.
The new day has
come again and we would be on our way. Nothing would be different from other
days but we hope that we would not need to come back here tonight. Maybe you
would be merciful and forced the hand of Death to take me with her today.
But if you could
not, please let me be silenced from the thoughts of the enduring sessions on
this stretch of my life. That would be my final request of you. Now let me be
alone to hear the last of the lyrics before I am awakened.
To the neon god
they made
And the sign flashed
out its warning
In the words that it
was forming
And the sign said
"The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in
the sound of silence
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