|Talking In Whispers (standard:drama, 1478 words)|
|Author: Gryfinndor_Girl||Added: Feb 24 2002||Views/Reads: 2161/1268||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Based on the novel 'Talking In Whispers' by James Watson, this stroy follows two sisters as they try to smuggle weapons to the resistance, under the eyes of the Junta.|
Click here to read the first 75 lines of the story ‘You!...Yes you porter!’ he shouted across the platform. A young porter approached us. ‘Help these two lovely senoritas with their luggage!’ I think the porter was as scared of the soldier than we were, because after muttering something about having to look after, he helped us unwillingly. As we walked down the platform, I was shaking all over. That had been a close call, too close. I could see people staring at us, as if they could read our thoughts. It seemed like an eternity till we reached the train. ‘Compartments A, Seats 18 and 19’ I told the porter. I think the meeting with the soldier had shaken us all up because the boy didn’t talk to us once. As we entered our compartment the porter was already putting our bags onto the luggage rack. My heart leapt into my throat as the guns clattered together noisily. ‘What have you got in here? Machine Guns?’ he asked. My heart skipped a few beats, and my sister took a sharp intake of breath. ‘Presents’ a voice said, it took me a few moments to realise it was me speaking. I gave the porter a tip and hoped he would leave us alone. He did. We sat back and waited for the second leg of our journey to commence. As I was looking out across the station I saw a black van pull up. It was the security. I knew they were after us before they started walking towards our carriage. I jumped up and my sister followed. We started running down the train. We were caught within seconds. We were marched down the platform with everyone watching us. No-one helped us, no-one even dared to speak for fear of the Security. We were thrown violently into the back of the van. We sat in the corner hugging each other and crying softly to ourselves. We knew life would never be the same. We could die... The House Of Laughter, it was an inappropriate name. No-one laughs here. No-one speaks. They just cry out in pain and fear. When we got there we were taken down a long corridor, lined with soldiers. They hit and kicked us as we stumbled to the end. I began thinking of a line from a song I used to sing ‘I can see light at the end of tunnel’. Which is what I could see, but only literally. We were led into the locker room of the National Stadium. Cheri was taken first. I could hear her screams from where I was sitting. She screamed so loud! I though to myself. But gradually I heard less and less of her. I don’t think I will ever see my sister again, not alive anyway. I was not called in till a few hours later. As I walked down the corridor I thought of my sister and my brother, and whether I would be joining them where ever they were. When I got there I saw blood all over the walls and floor. My sisters. At first they just asked me questions. If they didn’t hear the answers they wanted to hear, they would slap me round the face or kick me. They got tired of this and in the end I was strapped to the wall. They were talking quietly between themselves. After a while the first man poured water over the floor, while the second tied a wire round my small toe. I knew what was coming next, you heard them in the horror stories, of the ones that escaped. The electric shock treatment. ‘Tell us where you got the guns from!’ He thundered in my ear. ‘I don’t know what your talking about’ I moaned The pain was like a thousand knives stabbing me all at once. It travelled up my body. I saw blue lightning in front of my eyes. The shock went into my brain, buzzing inside my head, like a mad bee. I could feel the surge of electricity through my body. The last thing I remember is slumping in my chains. As I slowly opened my eyes. I felt an intense pain throbbing in my head. I could not understand what had happened. I knew I was trapped in a dark room, I could feel a presence of another person in the room. ‘Who are you?’ a strange voice said to me. I opened my mouth a tried to speak. What came out sounded alien to my own ears. He repeated the question. ‘Who are you?’ I tried to tell him. I couldn’t understand why I couldn’t talk, I felt confused and alone. I remember being carried over his shoulder and placed on a table. I could here people talking to me. ‘Who are you?’ ‘Do you know where you are?’ ‘How old are you?’ The questions kept coming, I squeezed my eyes shut and I longed to press my hands to my ears. My eyes wouldn’t focus. My body wouldn’t move. I couldn’t speak ‘What’s the diagnoses doctor?’ The man who was in the cell with me asked. ‘It’s brain damage I’m afraid’ a voice said from behind the white blur in front of my eyes. ‘She’s no good to us anymore!’ One man said. ‘Take her away, kill her...’ THE END Tweet
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