The
path is clear as she continues along. The day too is clear. The path, familiar
and comforting, continues beyond the sight of any eye. Knowing no end she
continues blindly but with full vision. The sun’s rays bring her into
consciousness that she knows as her life. She can see that nothing obstructs
her way and she is clear to proceed.
Farther
down the path, the atmosphere changes. She is feeling uneasy, without known
reason. Still, as the path is clear, she continues down the path. Suddenly, she
trips over a rock in the path, but manages not to fall. Continuing on the path
she ponders, “That wasn’t there before,” she thinks to herself. She feels more
uneasy as she continues to ponder how she missed sight of the rock. She brushes
it off as nothing. She doesn’t want anything to hold her back.
Looking
into the previously clear sky, she sees clouds begin to roll in. They are not
the mundane white and fluffy ones that she would normally daydream of. These
clouds have personalities, and by their appearance they are not welcoming. As
the clouds eliminate the distance the light starts to fade into gray.
Eventually there is total cloud cover and the sun is no longer visible. The
path, however, is still visible and the end is still not to be seen, so she
continues.
She
increases her pace as walks along the path. Her walk evolves into a trot.
Trotting along she trips over another rock. Looking down, she sees another rock
landing into her path off of the side. She trots over that. She looks up again;
the path still has no end in sight. The clouds, now surrounding the sky,
contract, squeezing the light out. Darkness begins to set. She trips again,
over two rocks this time, and looks back to sight her roadblocks. Looking
forward once more she trips, this time she falls. She vaults up again and
evolves her trot into a run. She trips again and again as the rocks begin to
litter the road now.
She
falls again, this time a rock hits her as she is on the ground. “Where are
these coming from!?” she says aloud. There is no answer, for no one is there.
She springs up once more and begins to pant with her run. The horizon and her
surroundings begin to darken once more. She tries to speed up her run. She
falls once more. Now struggling to get up, the darkness begins to surround her.
The only light is now in front of her. Now she runs as fast as she can towards
the light. Everything else is now complete darkness.
The
light ahead is starting to fade. She pushes herself as far as she can. The rock
she trips over sends her forward into the ground, now unseen. The light fades
to black and now there is nothing to be seen. She begins to whimper on the
ground. The whimper turns into a cry, and the cry into a sob. Now the rocks
begin to fly, this time they pelt her. She screams in pain. Wailing she fights
her way to standing and begins to run to the way the light once was. The rocks follow her everywhere she tries to
run and hide. There is no escape.
Now
she feels heat, coming from her side. She looks out and sees there is some
light off into the distance. She is drawn towards it and she goes to it, acting
almost as if her free will was gone. There is an edge up in front of her. She
continues towards it.
She
reaches the edge and peers over. The light is sourced by a fire; one that has
no end. The fire is below her but stretches on for an eternity. The clouds
begin to whisper, unintelligibly at first. The whispers begin to rise in
volume, “It’s the only way out,” one says, “There’s no hope in darkness,”
another one says. They begin to hiss and growl at her. The voices become
twisted into her mind. A chant begins among the clouds, “Do it!” and again, “Do
it!” and the chant continues. She is overcome by the voices, the hissing, and
the growling. She begins to scream, the loudest she has ever done before. She
is left broken down at the side of the edge.
Finally
she succumbs to her surroundings. A voice from her mind says,
“Do it,” and everything is quiet. She stands perched on the edge of the ravine of fire. She leans over and lets the rest take over. Her heart finally filled by warmth.
“Do it,” and everything is quiet. She stands perched on the edge of the ravine of fire. She leans over and lets the rest take over. Her heart finally filled by warmth.
Timothy
Breen
AP
English-Lambert
September
20, 2012
Nafisat Salman 9/30/12
Ms. Lambert
AP Language
and Composition
Declaration to end child trafficking
and modern day slavery
We are the
sons and daughters of living mothers. We are the living fresh of another human
being. We are the leaders and the Heroes of tomorrow. We are the uneducated
students with powerful minds. We are brother and sisters with the same Dreams.
Our struggle is our everyday fight to live, to be free, and to be happy. We work for hours, days, months and
years begging for even the minimum wage. We have been blinded from society, and
deafened by lies. We have been
beaten with words, stick, belt and wires. We are not Object and should not be
treated like one. We are living lives that needs to be respected. We have been
hidden from society, education, and our rights. We are living in danger,
diseases.
Let us not
give up our body for others sexual pleasure. Let us come together and remind the world that we are their
forgotten sisters, brothers, sons, daughter and friends. Lets us remind them
that we are the 1.2 million possible heroes and leaders of tomorrow. Let us
overcome our fear and untie the blindfold that our oppressors have covered our
eyes with. Let us come together
and conquer this crime. The crime against humanity!
We are
important! We are not slaves, animals and living objects! We are not just
numbers or letter without any meaning. We are powerful living forces that
contribute to our world. We are going to be history of child trafficking and
modern day slavery. History! History, I tell you my brothers and sisters. We
shall be free, and free the other unheard crying souls.
