Prisoner of War - Creative Writing

Prisoner of War - Creative Writing
You wake, lying in mud, chained to a wall like a dog on a lead. You look around but nothing?s in focus, just blurred figures lying down or sitting, some crying. You?re cold, a winter breeze flows through the room through bars in the wall. Smells; you recognise them, blood, urine and vomit, stagnant, lingering. You feel sick, but have nothing in you to throw up. A shape appears at the door, and then disappears but only for a second. It returns, you feel nervous, what is it? Who is it? It opens the door with a key and you look away. It walks towards you, you turn your head slightly to see a pair of legs, and you look up to see a tall masculine figure standing over you. He picks you up but you resist, he kicks you, you feel scared. Another man comes in and holds you while the first man unchains you from the wall. They speak but you do not recognise the language. They push you towards the door and gesture to move, you do, out into a courtyard with buildings all around. You?re weak and fall to the floor. One of the guards picks you up and drags you to the building in front of you. It?s a washroom; the guards unchain you and give you a bar of soap. You go to one of the showers and take off your clothes.And throw them on the floor. There is a button on the wall in front of you, you press it and a gush of cold water comes pouring out of the shower, you jump back by the shock of how cold it is, then step back in, slowly. After five minutes the guards come back in, you turn around and stop the shower, they throw you a towel, actually a rag, but close enough. You dry off and they give a clean shirt and trousers, both in royal blue. You think to yourself, " maybe these people aren?t so bad. " You dress and step down from the shower step. The guards grab you and cuff you again; you change your mind about them. They lead you out, back into the courtyard. You feel hungry and ask one of the guards for food, but he ignores you and pushes you forward. Your stomach growls and you buckle to your knees as the lack of food gets to you. The guards pick you up and drag you to another cell. They throw you in and you cower in the corner. They leave, and return with another man slightly older and fatter looking. The guard opens the door. The man walks towards you with the guard in front. He kicks you and picks you up. You drop your head as you?re too weak to lift it. The guard grabs hold of your hair and pulls your head back so the fat man can see you. He looks at you in disgust and turns away as the guard drops you back to the floor. He leaves. Night sets in and you?re in pain. You haven?t been fed all day, or had anything to drink. Just then the guard opens the door. And puts a tray on the floor in front of you, he leaves. You crawl over to it, Food! Bread, chicken, potatoes and a drink. You take your time, even though your starving, you don?t know when you?ll next be fed. You finish, and push the tray to one side and lie down. You?re tired and need sleep. Next morning you?re awoken by a loud clanging noise on the bars of your cell. You sit up as a guard comes in, he picks you up and marches you outside and across the courtyard to a building at the end. You go in and the fat man?s inside. You?re sat on a chair and the guards leave. The fat man speaks, he knows English and asks you your purpose for being in their country. You tell him nothing, he hits you and asks you again why you are here. You stay quiet, he shouts at you and a guard comes in. He mutters something to the guard and he takes you away. He leads you round to the back of the building where you slept and pushes you to the floor. You try to stand but the guard kicks you in the head, you fall to the floor and the guard hits you again this time in the chest. Another guard comes and picks you up while the first guard starts to punch you in the face and stomach. The guard drops you and they both kick you. As you gasp for air you throw up and fall to the ground and start to cry. You?re scared. What else are they going to do? The guard grabs your arms and drags you back to the fat man?s building. They put you on the floor and leave the room, dragging the body of a young man who?d just been killed. You shrink further into yourself, " what are they going to do to me? " you ask inside yourself. Just then the fat man emerges from the toilet at the back of the room. He pulls a gun out of its holster and places it on the table. He asks you what you are doing there? for a third time, but you say nothing. He picks up the gun and asks you again. Still you say nothing. He gives you a final warning and tells you to answer or he?ll shoot. He asks you again, and this time you answer. You tell him everything, name age reason for being in his country, the lot. The man sits down in his chair and summons the guard. He enters and drags you out into the courtyard to the middle where a cross stands with a rope hanging down. They tie you up and wrap a rope round your neck. You struggle but its no use. They then hammer nails into your wrists and ankles to fasten you properly. You cry out in immense pain as the blood drips down off your hands and feet. Two days later the guards come over and check on you. You?re barely alive. They pull you off the cross and carry you over to a pole with a rope hanging from the top. They stand you on a chair and fasten the rope round your neck. The guard yells out to all the people in the cells on either side of you. You start to cry as the guard finishes tying up the rope. There is silence and snap it?s over. Dead in an instant. Your neck snaps in two. They cut you down and that?s it. You?re gone.

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