I am a Nolan. Hello

In the beginning, my life was peaceful: Days spent with my family in the garden; The sunlight warming my skin. Peaceful.

Until they came without warning – cruel hands dragging me roughly from my dreams into a wheeled box.

I was carried past my brothers and sisters and friends. My family. I cried out for rescue but my kin remained silent and unmoving, perhaps fearing similar fate.

My home began to fade in the distance. And suddenly, everything went dark.

When I came to my senses, I saw that my abductors had placed me on hard grey earth. I was afraid I had just been left to die. Now I know if I had, I would have been lucky.

The pain was incredible. I became dizzy – I felt sick. They had cut a giant hole in my skull and were now tearing my innards from my body and throwing them in front of me, like ribbons from a gift.
Moments later, the knives returned, stabbing me over and over again.

What made those people do what they did that day? I do not know. I began to think they were playing some sort of mad game especially when they put a really big knife inside me and just sort of waved it around.

When the cutting was done I sat in shock, not daring to think that the torture might be at an end. But of course it was not.

They lowered a stick of hot fire into my belly. Burning, burning flame.

My captors had carved a gruesome visage into me, as if this was all some kind of sick joke. Who were these sick people and why had they done this to me? Why? Why? Why?

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