I should’ve known this would happen.
The moment they laid eyes on me.
They picked me and my brother out of many others, and paid a nice price.
Little did I know, my well-off owners wouldn’t treat me so nice.
On the way to my new home, I was stuffed in the trunk with the other one’s they bought. 5
Me and my brother didn’t speak the whole ride, we sat and we thought.
The others were excited; they knew they would provide a great service.
I didn’t, however, I already knew my task; my purpose.
The house was huge, for someone like me.
Large, luxurious, with room for plenty. ...view middle of the document...
When my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw the other slave.
He seemed worn and beaten, but held his head high. That showed me he was brave.
When the master left, my heartbeat settled and I was no longer worried. 30
After a few minutes of silence, the other slave and I exchanged life stories.
He told me where he came from, how he was taken from his family.
He was put to work at a young age, and had a pretty bad life compared to me.
We fell asleep after hours of conversation, I felt save for those few moments.
Then the footsteps of master immediately ruined it. 35
He took my roommate, and put him to work.
After his work was done, it was time for him to wash up.
Master wet him with some water, and then covered his head with white stuff.
Master made him lay horizontally, and the he began to scrub.
It looked painful, and eventually I found out that it was. 40
The next few days went the same way.
I watched my roommate go through the same routine, through the same pain.
But one day, everything changed and my world was turned upside down.
Several hours went by after he was washed but my roommate was nowhere to be found.
I began to worry by the time dusk came. 45
When I bumped into one of the other slaves, she put me up on game.
She told me my roommate had been hurt, damaged while Master was washing him.
He broke his legs when the master was washing him, nobody knew how or when.
Now that he was no longer useful, Master “got rid of him.”
Little did I know that my roommate’s demise would be where mine begins. 50
The next morning began, and my torture was slowly approaching.
Master came early in the afternoon and I stood there waiting, frozen.