Personal Artifact: Death Note

Dear God,

Well it is me again, Sarah Wall, the girl you no longer listen to. I have one question for you. One that is it.  Why?  Why do you not help me?  I have prayed every minute of every day for someone to find me and rescue me.  For two unbearable years I have done that with no answer.  I have been trapped and alone. I have lost everything.  My faith in you gone like a leaf in the wind.  I don’t even know why I am writing this to you now.  It isn’t like you have listened to me the past two miserable years of my life.  Everything is dark and cold, so very cold.  Every night I am sold as if I were a candy bar in a store.  Sometimes I even have to sell myself because he threatens if I didn’t meet the quota then they would kill him.  I am not looked at as a human being, but as a possession being sold over and over and over again.   If you really existed you wouldn’t have let this happen to me or anyone.  I no longer have any will to live. Why … because I found out my little brother was killed by the very man who promised he wouldn’t be hurt if I met quota.  They took us together, but spilt us apart just as fast.  Charles, my brother, was my only reason to live to meet quota each night.  Now he is gone, and now I will be too.  By this time tomorrow I will be no more than a body on the floor of a cold, empty, dark room.  I write this too you because no one else cares.  Even if you don’t either.  Since you made me go through this agony.  You obviously want me to die since you took away my only reason for living… my brother.  I bet our parents have stopped looking for us.  I even bet our parents don’t remember us and have moved on.  I am not afraid of death. Death can’t scare me because of what I have seen and what I have had to do.  My life is one big dark endless hole.  If you can even say I am living.  I am more like a zombie.  No freedom and little food or drink.  I still breathe yet I feel more dead than alive.  He was my only reason to live.  To get back to him and hold his hand and walk side by side.  Now you have taken him and with that my will to survive and carry on.  My hope is gone.  The last of it died with the death of Charles.  That last hope I would get to see him is gone forever. There is no way I can believe in a god who would let this happen.  It is time I say goodbye to someone who I no longer believe in.    

                                                                                No Longer Yours,

      Sarah Wall

*Works Cited*

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http://www.polarisproject.org/human-trafficking/overview?gclid=CMHAxOqjxq4CFQoBQAoddUhhWA

What is human trafficking. (2012). UNODC. Retrieved March 1, 2012, from

http://www.unodc.org/unodc/en/human-trafficking/what-is-human-trafficking.html