The Black Room

• Georgia Tona, Grade 6
• Short Story
• 2013

The Black room
I walk into my room. It’s black. Not one single beam of sunlight. I feel a hit across my legs. I fall to the ground. It hurts so much. There are ropes around my legs, then ropes around my arms.

I wake up in a cold room. I try and get up but my hands can’t move. I roll over then I hear a door open. I look to the side and a masked man waits. I start crying and ask him why he is doing this. He has no answer.

He brings me to a room and a gold chair spins around. A man comes up to me and yells in my ear. Then turns around to the masked man and says perfect send her to the others. I turn to him and ask what others.

He opens the doors to millions of people slavering. People whipping others and hitting others.

I look at him please don’t do this to me. I start doing what they tell me but instead of feeling sweat travelling down my legs I feel blood. They cut me with the whip.

I’m lying on the cold hard ground, my legs killing me. I need someone to help me. The masked man walks into my room and talks to me. I ask him questions. The last question I ask him is how long I am going to be here for.

“Forever” he says.

I break out in tears.

I get a plan in my head. “These walls are made of sand right?” I ask the man.

“Yes”

The next day the guy brings me a spoon and lunch. As soon as he leaves I start digging my way to freedom. I finally get out of that horrible place and start running. I get close to home.

I smell fresh air and start to see houses. I run and grab a taxi. I give them my parents address. I tell them everything and they let me stay there with them.

In the end I got looked at by the doctor to check all the cuts and I lived with my parents.


by Georgia Tona