(the first hell)
I remember clearly even at my young age surrounded by children from different backgrounds and races.
The only thing that made us similar was the fact we are were in the same freaking container going to God knows where.
I hide my head in my knees and sat in a corner of the container.
I don't know how long I was like that but all I I could hear were sounds of some of the other children crying.
It was hard we couldn't understand each other week were scared confused, hungry and hoping to be saved.
Time passed,may be days ,weeks, months, I couldn't tell only thing I could use to notice the floor of time was the growth of my hair.
I know someone might ask me how we survived but well,let me tell you something were surviving by eating the kids that died in their sleep.
Don't judge me I wanted to live and it that or be the next meal for the rest..
Remembering that part in fueled ,it reminds me that the world is a mask of pretence.
Well after me and nine other kids were the only ones left the container opened.
And love that's the day I met the devil of the hell I had been thrown into...