AUTHOR’S NOTE: What you will read is the point of view from a bow and arrow. I got it for Christmas. This might make you wonder how it would be like to be a bow. I am happy that it does not happen to me.
I was a free piece of plastic until the day I heard machines whirring so loud that it was painful. I couldn’t bear being pulled and bended into shapes to fit the liking of a human. I was a piece of plastic, flat and straight. They made me into a bow that shoots arrows.
When I was in the machine I was tortured, but when I got out it was worse. I was in a plastic box unable to breathe. It was a nightmare come true. I was taken by a pair of customers. They had given me to a person about 12 for Christmas. I was being pulled on by that person many times, each time more painful than the last. I wasn’t alone though. I had my two arrows to be with. They had it worse actually. They were shot into hay many times. I can’t imagine what it was like for them being shot without free will. I empathize with them though.
I hope that someday I will be free in a junkyard, able to rest after all those years of agony. I yearn for that day. I hope that happens for my two little companions. Until that day I shall wait, I will wait for the day that I am free.
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