My Heroic Journey

I ran over to my mother and attempted to break her free from their grip. She manages to escape with my help. I remember yelling at her to run and hide. At that very moment, my life changed forever. The next 20 seconds were the last time me being with my tribe. It was the last time of me seeing my family. The last time breathing the clean air of Africa. The very last time being free. Something hard and cold hit me in the back of my head. I remember falling to the ground before losing consciousness. I can remember waking up on a hard and cold floor. It was very dark, but I could recognize there were other people around me. The swaying movements helped me realize I was on a ship. A ship? My first thought came to me was about my family. Where
There was a cold and heavy feeling coming from my left foot. Around my ankle, there was a shackle. I was chained to this ship. If this ship went down, I went down with it. I pulled on the shackle, but it did not move. The woman next to me just started at me as if I was silly. She looked away from me with slow movements. I sat there until my mind drifted and I was asleep.
I woke up and it was morning again. There were hundreds around me. Maybe even more than that. I wish I knew how to count to a number that high to count how many were packed in this ship. There were a few white men who watched us. This is what my father meant when he said people were coming to take us. I do not know how long I have been on this ship, but I hoped for a miracle to happen.
It seemed that God had answered my prayers because I watched as Africans walked off of the ship onto land. I thought this would be the end. I thought I had a chance to run. There is no running. A man tried to run away but shot at. The white man whipped him until the man's body stopped moving. The white man walked away from the body without emotion. He yelled words I did not understand until later. As I walked off the ship, I shivered looking over at the dead