I didn't know how long the wagon went on.My arm was hurting from all those shakings on mountain road. I tried to stop bleeding but it didn't stop.I was feeling dizzy from bloodloss. I was in in the midst of conscious and unconscious. After a long jouney the wagon stopped. They removed the black cloth. It was about to be evening. The sun was seting but I couldn't see the sky because of a big fort like structure in front of me. It was so big ,dark. It was like something omnious which should be avoaided at any cost.They dragged me by my left arm. They did it on purpose. I could feel his finger rubbing inside my flesh.Screaming would only give them joy. So I endured it without screaming. But my hand was burning. The pain was so sharp sometimes I couldn't see anything because of tear in my eyes.
After dragging and pushing, they threw me into a room. It was a very big room. A hall room. Celling was so high. Some lamps were hanging from the celling. I hid my glasses the moment I sensed danger.I can't lose them. I had spare glasses but it were taken by them. I wore my glasses. I saw many people there. Man ,Women, child, teen every kind. They were all staring at me. I couldn't understand what should I do. That moment my head spinned like a whirpool and I fell on the ground.
I opend my eyes and saw a girl' s face vaugely. I tried to get up but she didn't let me.
"You are too weak. Don't get up. Have some rest."
I didn't have my glasses. I was so scared. If I lose them I am as good as a blind . I asked the girl "Where are my glasses?Have you seen them?"
The girl seemed to be confused.I said "Where is the thing that was on my eyes?" She seemed to understand something. She went and brought back my glasses. After wearing them I saw her face clearly. She was a very beautiful malnourished girl.I have never seen such beauty. I gussed her age was maybe fourteen to sixteen. She also had black hair. Her skin was so good. The most attractive thing was her eyes. It was innocent, lovely.She was like a pure thing which no impurity has touched.
"Who are you?"
"I am One hundread thirty."
"What?"
"One hundread thirty."
"I asked your name.Not number."
"But I said you my name."
I was so confused to hear. "Don't you have any name given by your parents? Like my name is Aayat."
"I don't have any parents. "
"What do you mean?"
"I have never seen my parents.None of us has seen them."
"How did you come here?"
"I was here from the begining. I was brought up here. Those out their bring us food.I don't like them. It's always same. But I am always so hungry that I have to eat."
I couldn't even imagine how they were living their life here.I stared her with a blank look.
"Your wound is very bad . It doesn't stop bleeding."
They escaleted my wound by rubbing fingers. "I have to do something about it."
"Can you bring me a thread , a needle and some boiling water in two bowls and some clean clothes?"
" Ok. I will bring some. I don't know if I can bring clean clothes but I will try."
After she went to bring me those I looked at other people. If anyone saw them they would think they will die anytime, specially those men. Their clothes were torn ,dirty. Actually the whole room was dirty. I started feel suffocating. I leaned on against a wall. It was cold , dark to suit this lifeless environment.
"Here is this. I got Everything you want."
I saw she also brought clean clothes. "Where did you get them?"
"I requested a soldier. He is kind. So he arranged this."
"So there is kind people in this world, huh?"
I started working on my arm. First I let thread and needle to disinfect in boiling water. I had to make do with normal thread and needle. After that I soaked clothes in hot water and tried to clean the wond. It was looking bad. Luckily ,I applied anti septictic before. Otherwise it would have been infected already. After that I started stiching my wound. I learned it in a camp. I thought It would be unnecessary when I learned it but it helped me today. I was stitching my skin without any anesthesia. With every stich it felt like stabbing. Finally after a long time I completed my stitch with five stitch.It didn't take that much time but I felt like eternity. When I finished I was breathing heavily. One hundread thirty closed her eyes long ago.
"You can open your eyes now."
"How did you do that? Stitching your own skin?Are you a human?"
"I had to. Do you have any other choice? Anyway how do you treat here when someone gets injured?"
Her beautiful face suddenly became dark.
"We don't treat any injury here. If anyone is injured and cann't work they throw him in the furnace."
She said all those dangerous word without blinking. There wasn't even a touch of sadness in her voice. But that was the most horrible part .It sounded as if it were a very normal thing throwing a injured person into the furnace.
I stared at her blankly and thought," Just where in the hell I am?"