Franky: Oi! Kira-sis! What is this?
Kira: A new story!
Franky: ... you have about four up already!
Kira: ... i know. I actually put this up to see if anyone wanted me to continue this.
Franky: I see... Well i hope they enjoy it.
The Silenced Heart
Prologue
__April 16, 1993__
The city was in silence as the sun had not peeked up from the horizon yet. Everyone slept soundly as they were getting all the sleep in they needed for today's activities. Birds even still slept through this sleepy town. Not a peep was heard except the occasional snore or sleep talk every now and then. Everyone slept on nice soft, warm beds as they dreamed sweet dreams that scared away the nightmares for they didn't have any. Most houses on the inside were clean and spotless as some had children with dirty rooms, though they probably had to clean them soon.
Mothers were soon to wake and make breakfast for the family. Fathers were soon to get up and head out for work. Kids slept until they had to head for school. Teens above the age of sixteen were considered adults and were out of school, prier to this city. Grown adults had work to attend to unless it was their day off.
Many shops were still closed for another thirty minutes or so. The shop keepers had houses in their shop, or vice-versa. Most had houses built behind their shop or by their shop, but some had a room upstairs as their house. The family members usually had tradition to keep the family business, like the well-known restaurant on eighteenth street known as the Baratie that is owned by the chef Zeff. Or the Mango-Tango Shop on ninth street that is owned by Bellereme. And even the Shoot-Out that is owned by Yasopp. Every passes everything done through generations.
Besides this sleepy city, on the out skirts of the city was farms. Especially one special farm that held many little taverns. In these little taverns were little or big bodies moving a bout. There was no time to sleep for them. They had been awoken by their owner and forced to working out on the fields or in the houses, maybe even do laundry. Some had nothing to do and some were getting ready to be sold off. If you haven't guessed it then I'll tell you. This shitty place is no home you want to live in. No love is shown here. No courtesy. And no respect. You are treated like a pile of shit laying on the ground.
Kids moaned and groaned as they did hard labor all day or half of the day. Mostly the older kids, teens, had the worst yet. We plowed, planted, harvested, cleaned, and were sold. This was punishment, this was torture, this was pain. You worked hard to get sold off. No one to save you. No one to hold you when you cry. No one to trust. No way to get away. No way to escape. And no way of getting respect.
Your respect was gone, no cared what you cared about. They probably didn't even care what they, themselves, cared about. All knowledge was lost and replaced with muscles for work. Some got educations when they first became one of us. Some learn it when they get a new owner. Some just stay the way they are.
Though it doesn't matter. They buy you mostly for body and power. Anything else you had you better show if you don't want to get sold. This lot of us would stay on the farm longer as the others were taken away and sold to new owners.
Besides any of that, all I need to know is, don't trust no one. Don't trust the owner. And don't trust new masters.
This is what is like being a slave.
…
That is the way I see and live life as a slave.
Kira: So? So? How was that for a beginning? Huh? I want you guys to review and tell me if you want me to continue!
Franky: We will be awaiting... since i'm guessing Kira-sis wants me to help host
Kira: Bingo!
Franky: Haha! Thanks, Kira-sis. It feels great to be a host!
Kira: shishi, well everyone review! I will be awaiting!
Franky: Until again, my bro's and sis's! Bye!