The Outcasts

If you're flawed, you no longer belong. For one by one, the outcasts come.
Intensely sea-sick and not completely conscious, the girl huddled in the overwhelming darkness. Her ankles iched where the Police had chained them in rusted, metal clasps melded to the freezing steel floor. Her arms ached from being suspended to the wall behind her by straw ropes. Her head hung limply to her chest. She could no longer feel the new prisoner tattoo, which they'd burned into her flesh with a branding iron.
Too cold to have the energy to even shiver, the girl hung in the black, almost lifeless.
She'd been defeated for the last time.
Hopeless. Alone. Afraid.
Hopeless. Alone. Afraid.
Hopeless....
Alone....
Afr-

SLAM! Another wave crashed around her, the roar somehow even more deafening then the last. The force of the wave tipped the barge, flinging the girl to the left, almost ripping her arms out of their sockets.The crew above her on deck shouted in mumbled, grisly men voices. The chains around her buckled and jingled even louder. It was then that she realized she could no longer feel her fingers, and her bare feet were growing dangerously numb.
How dare they chain her up here? Was she no more than an animal, no more than a stray dog, meek and obedient?
For reasons unknown by the girl, her fear was slowly boiling into a white-hot rage.
For the hundredth time, another monstrous part of the sea smacked the barge again and sent te girl's rolling head colliding sharply into an unseen wad of metal sticking out of the wall behind her. She was numb, but the shock of the hit wracked her body with pain even so.
That was the last straw.

"Aaaaaahhhhgg!" she screamed; a blood-curdling, wild, enraged howl.
"Leeeeeettt.......meeeeeee....ooouuuttttt!!!"
Nothing. Only the dull crash of the waves around her and te dripping echoes of the cell answered her cry.
"Please," she whispered, her voice a hoarse squeak from all her yelling.
Again, she lowered her head onto her chest. Surrounded by horrible watery crashed and mechanical shrieks of the boat.
And soon, she slipped into a restless sleep, where she was able to retreat into her subconscious. For one last, fleeting moment, the girl felt a sense of false peace. For that one moment, she was content. An internal warmth settled over her.
And she was gone.
This is just a piece of a story I've ben working on. What do you guys think? I'm not sure I'll finish it, but, you know, it's all up to you guys!
Yes! finish it!
Eh. it was...okay
Ugh stop writing
I like the way you write, but the story line is boring me.Do something else. I'll put my suggestion in your comments
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Published: 3/11/2011
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