A Long Way Home
Mum told me to never to go too far to the city.
I never listened, the cities in Nanking always seemed to attract me like nothing else, even after the Japanese came, i paid no heed.
And now, i pay the dear price.
A Japanese soldier had come up to me while i was strolling through the city. He had started to talk to me, i did not understand, however, thinking back, the lecherous look in his eyes should have been enough warning for me to run.
And then, it happened. My clothes were ripped off, i was pushed against a wall when the brute violated me. I screamed for help, but the people nearby either feigned ignorance, or stood idly by, the men licking their chops, the women reveling in my despair, seemingly mocking me with every movement. I was so powerless, tears scorched my face as i endured the shame and pain.
Like trash, i was thrown unceremoniously to the floor after "it" was done with me. Trembling as i painfully clawed my way to what remained of my clothes, i saw a hulking shadow descend on me. I barely had time to react as another soldier pounced on me. It was blur of memories, nude bodies pressing against me, screaming pain emminating from my womanhood, grunts from men, lecherous expressions on faces, and the salty taste of blood in my mouth, and the disgusting smell of the men's vile liquids.
They came one after another, an endless horde of lusting beasts. I had struggled for it to end until they subdued my body, i had screamed for it to stop until my voice broke, i had wanted, then wished, and finally prayed for an end. That was, until my mind was broken too.
I had lain on the floor, a broken doll. However, moments later, i was being brought to a house by a seemingly kind stranger, but there was where the terror really began.
"Tap tap" a sharp tap at the door of a 4 square meter "house" i was staying in brought me crashing back to reality. "Yu! we have customers." Was all it said. yanking up a slab of rotten floorboard, i hid my newly written journal and pen under it, amongst the other grubby trinkets hidden inside, coins,a rag doll with a missing arm, and most importantly, a locket. Its my turn again, i thought as i stripped and walked out of my quarters. Of course, carnal hunger in beasts can never be satisfied... They just keep coming back for more. A lone man in his sixties greeted my eyes as i walked in the notorious "serving room". i stood still and braced myself, as he pounced on me like a lion.
However, halfway through the "proceedings" our manager, Mr Watanuki, rushed in and tried to separate us, and shouted "No, honoured guest, you can't! She's contracted herpes!!" There was a moment of silence after those words, as though my fate was sealed. The old man, hearing this, curbed his lust immediately and withdrew all sexual contact. However, there was a flame of rage burning in his eyes. Without warning, he was hitting me all over, all the while shouting "Slut, Whore, Bitch!!!" Mr Watanuki, instead of coming to my rescue, merely stood idly by the side, occasionally throwing in remarks like "quite right", "She deserves to be punished" and "None of the other girls don't take precautions". Tears welled up in my eyes as i realised that i would forever be bullied by men, biting my lip to withstand the pain.
With one final glare of contempt and malice, the old man got up, and before leaving, spat on me. "Collect your things, leave by tonight." were Mr Watanuki's final regards to me.
So much for the kind stranger, i thought as i sprinted out of the room, bitter emotions welled up inside me the instant i got back to my quarters, i took out my locket and opened it, gazing at the treasure inside, that which kept me sane for the three years, a photo of my family. Unwittingly, i glanced at the small mirror which i owned, the once beautiful, bright eyed girl was gone, what stared back at me was a deranged fiend, bloodied all over and with eyes swollen shut. Who was this? What have i become? Overcome with emotions, i wrapped my head in my arms and cried, and sobbed, until there was no more tears, until the tears were no more. "Men are not to be trusted, men are evil" i repeated, like a mantra, it overcame the sadness and gave me strength. I then gathered my belongings and left the place which i had called home for three years.
After a week of "working" for men at the train station, i had earned lodging and food, and finally, the train ticket home.
Ahh, a few hours later, i was standing in my homeland. Where the purifying smell of rice fields reached my nose, my experiences in the city seemed so surreal, for a moment, i had become the pure and innocent girl of three years ago, the beautiful girl who would bring joy to her parents returning along the steep mountain path back home. Exactly where i was walking now.
Would they be happy to see me? Would mum cry tears of relief, would dad and the brothers. My train of thoughts abruptly halted, "dad and bro." My mantra unwittingly began to repeat itself in my head, while a vivid image of my dad and brothers pouncing on me materialised in my sight. "No! They would never do that! Never!" I shouted to myself. My bag was thrown to the floor, a result of its owner's violent fit, while its owner disappeared, as the sound of loose shale and rock crunching against each other was heard, followed by a distant scream.
Though Yu would never know it, her bag was picked up by her family recognising who the owner must have been because of her locket.
Strangely though, Yu's body was never found, even when her family searched for days in the forest under the cliff. Whether some animal had disposed of her remains, or had a different turn of events occurred, we will never know.
Many now pass on this story, as a warning, for entertainment, as living proof that this girl had existed, Yu's legacy.
Many shed tears over her predicament, the heart-wrenching ordeal she had endured, one of the many tragedies in the rape of nanking, particularly at the last few words, written shakily, as though the writer had been on a train at that point of time.
"I'm coming home"
This was an essay written by my friend, now sec 4. Credits goes to him! He wrote this for the essay competition, the teacher commented, ' Such a disturbing essay.' LOL! I think that the teacher is just feel sorry for the girl, but he/she have to keep cool so just said that it was disturbing. I decided to post this because I think it was written real good!
