Hey everyone this is my entry for the STEEMIT VIRUS CONTEST #5
My story was named A Stolen Childhood at first but i decided to call it memories of a covert dictatorship... My english is not the best, Sometimes I speak like Yoda so if you can help me out i would appreciate it
We should create a story from a photo provided specifically for the contest you should know before you read:
This story is totally fictional and original. Please DO NOT copy or use it without my consent. I'm NOT the protagonist of it, and although it may inspire me in real scenes the characters and their feelings are products of my imagination. EVERYTHING you read is true but told through the eyes of a 9 year old girl that I invented for this story and to help others to understand a little more the situation of my country Venezuela without entering politics. Hope you enjoy reading me
A common day in a common school
I got out of classes early, my mom had not arrived and I had to wait with the company of uncertainty and the children of the school. I didn't know anything about what was happening, they never got us out of classes early.
I was a little lonely, I didn't care. everyone always said I was "very mature for my age." I hated my haircut with the bangs and my brown hair was always wild.
I was waiting in the front yard of my school on some benches, when I saw my older brother coming down the stairs from the entrance. He was the dream of all my friends, a slender pale boy with black hair and extremely smooth and although everyone thinks he has black eyes, his eyes are brown. When I ran out to meet him a child stuck out his foot on purpose and my fall was ridiculously described as "Carved a hole in the ground that looked like me"
I landed on my face my lower jaw took the first hit, where my tooth almost comes out of a wound created by him and the ground in the nursery I was cleaned and bandaged, luckily the tooth was still in his place, lying but there.
-Where's Mom? - I asked angry
-She's working - Answered my brother
when I left both of the school I could see that they were burning tires in various places but believe me my brother does very well the role of being 9 years old when he is taking care of me so the way home was laughs and jokes
My mom was coming home just like us, the house was warm and smelled like coffee. My mom is an old woman of the most tender, gives you heaven and for everything has a solution, every night tells me a story to sleep happy
My father gives me coffee, although it really is hot milk I pretend not to know. and so I stir the minds of my friends by telling them that I do something forbidden with an epic complice: DAD!
I was just having coffee with my dad in his room when my older brother arrived, strangely it was a shorter copy of my other brother who rescued me from school sometimes.
-They started - He said and join us drinking coffee
My dad just under the gaze and his expression of happiness change completely... As I did not understand I kept telling how I almost lost a tooth in school and how we did "revenge operation" looking for tubes in the back of the school where they repaired the desks to go for the boy and give him a beating. Of course everyone knew that the end was more false than my adidas sweater.
My dad put my favorite music, The Beatles at full volume and the next minute we had an epic family karaoke. They joined my two brothers although his English was disgusting his dance was great. And the voice of my mom was like an angel voice. Happiness is a lot of actions that cheer you along with the people you love and that's why just sharing it is real
The next day my mom tried to take me to class, as it is super close my school can take me walking with ease, but the city was different, in every corner there were people making noise and closing the streets... A group of people in white robes with posters that I could not read well argued with a gentleman who was trying to pass with his car and when he not get a positive answer the gentleman just went up the sidewalk and accelerated almost running over everyone. A few meters away were people in the middle of the street playing domino, and when my mom decided to give back a feeling of terror I went through the body A soul in grief had pulled out giant horns and had set the alarm against air strikes that at 9 years of age I only knew as "alarm against atomic bombs of the Second World War" And lady started screaming
-THEY STEAL US VENEZUELA. THERE'S NO FOOD. THEY KILL THE BRAVE BOYS AND GIRLS THAT FIGHT FOR US. - She was crying and she said alot more...
I remember looking up at my mom and I swear I saw tears
The next day I didn't go to class, and the next one neither. And that's how my days went without me understanding what happened and for more that they explained to me my solution was always very innocent.
At night people organized the protest and I always saw it like when they celebrate the soccer world cup except this was every day... Exactly eight o'clock at night my family went out to the balcony on the ninth floor where we lived and knocked pots and pans to make noise everyone around also did it, on the upper floors, the lower ones in the houses and in the nearby buildings
Sometimes stayed friends of the family and friends of friends and It was great for me because we were hardly ever visited and it was like having slumber parties every day. It's been about 7 years. After this month of problems and protests my life changed completely. The guards who were supposed to defend us entered the buildings and took prisoners to everyone including pregnant women and three-year-olds babies. We spent years in prison, they call us political prisoners
And even today my life is about surviving, at night I wake up scared. I have to sleep on the floor because I can not fall asleep in the comfort of my bed I know that I suffer from malnutrition or anemia, maybe both... I don't have money to pay a doctor if I complain of the situation i could go jail again and is what I least want. There's people eating from the garbage, there's people still in prison and of course thousand of persons missing.
All i can do is suffer every day when i wake up in the floor, in the darkness with just a sheet to sleep.
