1984: A Short Story

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“You are the dead,” repeated the iron voice. “It was behind the picture,” breathed Julia. “It was behind the picture,” said the voice. “Remain exactly where you are. Make no movement until you are ordered.” I was sweating out of every pour. I could feel Winston shaking and sweating we stood back to back barely touching. I thought about running for my life before it was too late no such thought occurred. We were standing in fear, as we heard a snap, and crash. “Boom,” then breaking glass. The picture had fallen to the floor, uncovering a telescreen. “Now they can see us,” said Julia “Now they can see us,” said the voice. “Stand out in the middle of the room. Stand face to face and clasp your hands behind your head. Do not touch one …show more content…

I was so beat I could barely walk. They were dragging me down this long hallway I wasn't sure what to do anymore I couldn't scream I couldn't move all I could think of is the blond girl saying i'm going to be wiped and I wasn't even sure what that meant but when I think of whipped I think of clean no more what if I never get to see Winston again I thought to myself I started to freak out and move and fight a little they stuck me in a empty room that had a window at the top I no longer was strapped to a chair anymore. I was sitting on the floor trying to think about where I was if I was close to winson if I was just going to forget about winson. The three large men came back in one had a tattoo on his left hand it was a picture of a snowflake. It made me think of the book winson and I were reading one day behind the big green oak tree. I miss days like that we had so many memories it breaks my heart that I won't be able to remember winson anymore I got thrown across the room like a ragdoll I was scattered across the floor trying to find air when I rolled over the blond girl was back and she put two things onto my head and they seemed like big needles and it hurt like a knife was going into my stomach I felt empty like I no longer had any reason to live at all everything was going to be gone it was going to be different i'm going to be a different person for now

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