Translation
Fanfic: Ein Leben ohne Freiheit
Chapter: Prisoners of time
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I thank everyone who wants to read it or at least keeps an eye on it;)
Have fun while reading!
Life without freedom is like death. You are trapped and you cannot break free. Every day hope dies more and more until nothing remains, except the infinite emptiness. Not a glimmer of hope, a hint of nothing. A feeling that makes it difficult to continue living, but you have to persevere. Inside you are dead, but you feel, see, hear and taste, these are the only signs that you are alive. What did you do that life punished you so badly? Did you lie? Done bad, even killed? Who knows...
My life is colorless and monotonous. The same activity, the same way of life. A bad life, but what for? I have often asked myself why I had to end so miserably, but I have never found an answer, have asked myself whether death would be the solution to the torment, but I do not have the strength to end it. What is it like to be dead? Is it redeeming or is it more painful compared to what I have had to endure for 4 years?
It has been like this for 4 years. But I used to live very differently. I used to live in a proud, respected, and respected family, but I never benefited from it. I wasn't the one who would continue our family, I wasn't a boy like everyone had wanted. I was a shame to my family. My parents paid an old couple to adopt me, and so did they. I loved her, saw her like my parents, but I was disappointed with them too. When they were 12, they also sold me to a slave trader because they didn't have enough money to support the three of us.
So my comfortable life came to an end.
The slave trader had sold me many times before, but I ran away every time and he kept finding me. I worked in a mine for 2 years. Chop off stones or just transport the stones out of the mines. I was young and it was too much of a burden for me, but over time I got used to even the hardest times. Doesn't it mean time heals all wounds? Why not the one in the heart? Of the people who meant so much to me. Nothing healed in my heart, nothing. Not even the time.
I spent the remaining 2 years as a servant or slave in the home of rich people. I kept running away because nobody treated me the way normal children my age should be treated, nobody. And one thing had become clear to me during this time. There will never be a way out of my life, an escape, except death.
But I also began to fight back. But it didn't help me very much, except that I was punished even more than if I made mistakes, but I persevered until today.
I am 16 now.
And my torments will never end because I was trapped in time and it wouldn't let me go before I die.I hope you liked it!
Please leave me a pick-up so that I know if you liked it.
LG Alexis
I thank everyone who wants to read it or at least keeps an eye on it;)
Have fun while reading!
Life without freedom is like death. You are trapped and you cannot break free. Every day hope dies more and more until nothing remains, except the infinite emptiness. Not a glimmer of hope, a hint of nothing. A feeling that makes it difficult to continue living, but you have to persevere. Inside you are dead, but you feel, see, hear and taste, these are the only signs that you are alive. What did you do that life punished you so badly? Did you lie? Done bad, even killed? Who knows...
My life is colorless and monotonous. The same activity, the same way of life. A bad life, but what for? I have often asked myself why I had to end so miserably, but I have never found an answer, have asked myself whether death would be the solution to the torment, but I do not have the strength to end it. What is it like to be dead? Is it redeeming or is it more painful compared to what I have had to endure for 4 years?
It has been like this for 4 years. But I used to live very differently. I used to live in a proud, respected, and respected family, but I never benefited from it. I wasn't the one who would continue our family, I wasn't a boy like everyone had wanted. I was a shame to my family. My parents paid an old couple to adopt me, and so did they. I loved her, saw her like my parents, but I was disappointed with them too. When they were 12, they also sold me to a slave trader because they didn't have enough money to support the three of us.
So my comfortable life came to an end.
The slave trader had sold me many times before, but I ran away every time and he kept finding me. I worked in a mine for 2 years. Chop off stones or just transport the stones out of the mines. I was young and it was too much of a burden for me, but over time I got used to even the hardest times. Doesn't it mean time heals all wounds? Why not the one in the heart? Of the people who meant so much to me. Nothing healed in my heart, nothing. Not even the time.
I spent the remaining 2 years as a servant or slave in the home of rich people. I kept running away because nobody treated me the way normal children my age should be treated, nobody. And one thing had become clear to me during this time. There will never be a way out of my life, an escape, except death.
But I also began to fight back. But it didn't help me very much, except that I was punished even more than if I made mistakes, but I persevered until today.
I am 16 now.
And my torments will never end because I was trapped in time and it wouldn't let me go before I die.I hope you liked it!
Please leave me a pick-up so that I know if you liked it.
LG Alexis