Mouths Open In Silent Screams







It was August third, late night, in New Delhi India. Meera Deepta was embroiled in a recurrent nightmare involving her uncle and her older brother. She would watch them from her window the moment they arrived in the auto rickshaw. They would shoo away the shoeless, dirty children dressed in rags, while carrying a young teenage girl by the arms with force. Meera shrank back, looking into the young girl’s sad eyes, and realizing that she was part of her uncle’s human trafficking business. Selling young girls on the black market bothered Meera so bad that it caused the nightmares to pick at her bones.

As she watched from the window, Meera felt a pang of guilt and responsibility. She knew what they were doing was wrong. The tragedy that was to befall the young girl might never happen if she turned her uncle and her brother in. She tried to push the guilt aside, but it came rushing back like a hurricane. Her rational voice told her that she couldn’t really be blamed since she had nothing to do with the business.

Meera never told anyone about the nightmare for fear of what her uncle might do to her. She pictured him stalking her with a cruel expression on his face that had threats written all over it. Telling anyone about her dream was not an option.

She followed her uncle and her brother with her eyes as they carried the young girl into the building. Her gaze fell on the young girl, who looked up and registered her stare. She sensed the girl pleading for help, but she couldn’t help her because she was experiencing a surge of stubborn family pride.

Then her nightmare got strange, very strange. She was surrounded by several men chasing young girls with guns. Each gun was vomiting bullets as she stood on scorched grounds, and billowing gray smoke. The young girls that were not hit by bullets were running with mouths open in silent screams.

Normally she woke at this point, finding herself drenched in sweat and tears. However, on this day, she was slightly disoriented. It took her a few moments to realize she was gagged and tied.

Meera found herself lying in darkness impenetrable except for a thin, faint stream of light on the damped floor a few meters away. She heard voices speaking English, but she knew she was still in India. Bruised and still had her hands tied behind her back, she rose to her knees and then, cautiously to her feet. The thin stream of light seemed comforting. It was almost like a glimmer of hope.

The voices grew louder and it caused Meera to have a minor panic while irrationally thinking whoever was shouting had her death on their mind.

Someone heard her moving around in the dark. She didn’t know what to do so she leaned against the wall and started trembling. The image behind the steel door turned his attention to her. She couldn’t see his eyes because of the darkness, but she knew he was staring at her. Then there came a voice she recognized.

The steel door opened and a small, disheveled man was walking toward her. As he came closer she noticed the soiled rags tied to his belt, and the dirt ingrained in his skin, and finally, when he was standing in front of her, his muddy mildew smell. It was her uncle, Jamir Deepta.

“You were at that American party,” said her uncle. “I can’t help you now, you’ve been sold.”

“Sold?”

The American male walked into the room to look over his property. He commenced a detail inspection of Meera’s person. She stood very still, sensing no malice, or attempt to harm as he touched her skin, and sniffed her hair, then looked into her eyes with a flashlight as though he were a doctor.

When he finished, he stood back and said, with pride in his deep voice, “she will do just fine.”

“Uncle, help me.”

“I’m sorry Meera, its business.”

During the process of showering and throwing on the clothes they purchased for her, she thought about her recurrent nightmares. She looked at herself in the mirror and started obsessing with the words, “I should have done something about my uncle.”

She shattered the mirror with her elbow and took a piece of glass. She held her breath for a second and then slit her wrists. She stepped out of the bathroom carrying the piece of glass in her left hand, she felt proud of herself. Her death was going to start an investigation.

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Faith Reaper 3 years ago from southern USA

Wow, my dear, dear Frank,

My mouth is open in a silent scream after reading this riveting piece here! What an awesome title to an even more awesome, yet tragic story.

The sad reality of this piece of fiction is that this same scenario is going on all around this world at this very moment.

"Vomiting bullets" . . . very effective and vivid was to describing such.

It was not the ending I was expecting (you know me), so good writing there. I was thinking or hoping that the man who purchased the girl was actually a person of wealth who went around purchasing such girls to free them from their bondage, but I know that is a naive thought :(

However, I would hope that one of such means would do such and take those poor little girls away for a chance of a happy future.

Maybe I will faithfully be the first to comment, and I will faithfully vote up and faithfully share of course :)

(well ... will return to share, as buttons not appearing on my end)

Tried to work in faithfully at least three times.

Hugs and love from southern USA, Faith Reaper


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btrbell 3 years ago from Mesa, AZ

Woe! Intense. I didn't know where it was going so all I can ay is...wow! Great story!


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

Faith you honor me with faith and your presence .. so I remain faithfully humble toward your comment in which I might add is longer than my story LOL gotta love ya...:)


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

thank you for stopping by btrbell :)


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Becky Katz 3 years ago from Hereford, AZ

Very intense reminder tat to ignore a crime against humanity because the involved are family or friends, just may end up causing you to become a victim too. Very well written story, with a potent message.


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

thank you so much Becky Katz for visiting my screams :)


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LoisRyan13903 3 years ago from Upstate NY originally from Long Island

Very intense and so brave for the girl to do that at the end. It reminds me of a book called "A Walk Cross the Sun" and it about human trafficking and I think it takes place in India


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

thanks Lois, maybe Ill check that book out :)


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Jackie Lynnley 3 years ago from The Beautiful South

So deep. Indeed, she should have told. ^


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

thanks Jackie for stopping by :)


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Genna East 3 years ago from Massachusetts, USA

I’m sorry Meera, its business.”

The cold and brutal finality of those words underscores the unforgiving nature of human fate in this visceral story. The young girl had such courage. Your wording and the telling of this tale is absolutely superb, Frank.


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tobusiness 3 years ago from Bedfordshire, U.K

Frank, you just keep going from strength to strength!...A very sad story, but very well done. some one once said, "for evil to flourish, it only requires good men to do nothing." Great message.


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Mhatter99 3 years ago from San Francisco

Very intense. Indeed thank you. Have you noticed my rounds? no beginning no end. I thought the idea might interest you.


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Gypsy Rose Lee 3 years ago from Riga, Latvia

This was fascinating and packs quite a punch.


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

Thank you Genna East and Tobusines for visiting my screams bless you both :)


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

thank you Mhatter and Gypsy for popping by


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Denise Handlon 3 years ago from North Carolina

Had me at the edge of my seat, and I didn't see the ending coming-excellent element of surprise, Frank! UP/I/A


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

thank you Denise for visiting my screams today :)


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Storytellersrus 3 years ago from Stepping past clutter

I guess that is one way to handle such a violation of family trust, eh Frank? I know such things happen. I prefer to live in denial, I suppose. I do not understand how family members can be this vile. I don't wish to understand it, because within that understanding lies a sort of forgiveness I am uncertain I can face.


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

I undertsand :) thanks Story for stopping by :)


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Seeker7 3 years ago from Fife, Scotland

Oh Frank what a enjoyable and tension ridden tale this is!!! The old saying that 'blood is thicker than water' is only true in some families, not in others as your beatifully crafted story shows!

I think this young girl is a wonderful heroine, sacrificing herself to help others but in so doing escaping whatever hell awaited her!

Fabulous story - voted up + shared!


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

thank you so much Seeker7 good to see you and bless you :)


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MsDora 3 years ago from The Caribbean

I always feel that most dreams are the work of the subconscious getting our attention concerning what our conscious overlooks. Your story seems to say that I'm right. Another good story true to form!


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MrsBrownsParlour 3 years ago from Chicagoland, Illinois

thank you for highlighting this very real phenomenon with your moving story. ~Lurana


Valleypoet 3 years ago

Disturbing, and unfortunately so common in some parts of the World....this poor girl was unfortunate to find herself as a source of income in the family 'business'....an unexpected, sad ending...very moving, and as always, very well told...thanks buddy:-))


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

Thank you MrsBrownsParlour and Ms Dora and thank you too ValleyPoet for reading my silent screams :) bless you guys


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Infectionstudios 3 years ago from NY, New York City

Wow, you certainly have a talent for writing, I felt chills as I read it. This story is a sad reminder of the atrocities that occur around the world.


Phoebe Pike 3 years ago

Wow. Just... wow.


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

Thank you Infection :)


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

Phoebe just thank you so much.. just thank you :) LOL


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B. A. Williams 3 years ago from USA

Enjoyed this story a lot and the sad ending, well it could be a beginning of a new story for you about the investigation. Stories like this always remind me of a book in progress. Well Done!


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Joy56 3 years ago

You are such a good writer, keep at it......


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

thank you so much BA Williams and Joy56 for visiting my silent screams :)


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wayne barrett 3 years ago from Clearwater Florida

I think you have a niche in the harsh reality genre...your forte so to speak. Creative and well written Frank.

Sorry I have been behind the curve, and slow to read lately. I have been very busy at work and I have been working on an eBook which is about to be published in about a week. Have you thought about publishing? You have great potential.


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

wayne barrett good-luck with your e-book I hope is does super well :)


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epigramman 3 years ago

You come up with the greatest titles Frank and they always inspire me with awe and admiration and then what follows more than lives up to the title. I always love too your no-nonsense approach to writing - you can make dark look and read 'dark' , make violence look bloody 'violent' and your storytelling is so masterful with so few words - absolutely fookin' brilliant man and no wonder you are one of my favorite writers in 'de' world - by the way one of my recent pieces, Muscling the Hustler was written with your style in mind, lol

Have a nice day and after all of this 'film noir' go out and get some sun, okay? lol lol - and take special care of yourself

lake erie time 9:15am with first cup of coffee and a string quartet

p.s. - linking and sharing this page on my FB wall


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

thank you so much Epi.. you are very kind :)


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ubanichijioke 3 years ago from Lagos

Very captivating...

Fear of human can make us do what we really don't wanna do,,,

She should have reported when she noticed the illegal trade..

Well this line caught my attention 'Each gun was vomiting bullets as she stood on scorched grounds, and billowing gray smoke. The young girls that were not hit by bullets were running with mouths open in silent screams'

Lovely...


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

that was the dream sequence Im glad you liked it :) Uban...


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Vinaya Ghimire 3 years ago from Nepal

Frank

I have been to Indian cities. I can recognize the characters you have in this story.


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

thanks Vin.. bless you


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tillsontitan 3 years ago from New York

Riveting from beginning to end. As usual you hit us from behind with the ending. How sad this is really happening as attested to by Vinaya. It happens all over the world, even here in America. But, I digress. This is about your story, told about the thousands so imaginatively.

I love the comments your stories evoke and yes, you are a 'film noir' writer, each story better than the next!

Voted up, awesome, and interesting.


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

thanks so much Til for stopping by bless you


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LadyFiddler 2 years ago from Somewhere in the West

HMMM what a heartless wretch of an uncle she really should have done something about that evil man. How cruel, if he can do this to his own niece imagine what he'd do to me, huh. This human trafficking thing is so real and out of hand eh. may God watch over me from day to day.

Thanks much for sharing your story with us DETECTIVE Frankie


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Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton Author

Lady.. i bet nothing like this could happen to you... thank you so much for stopping by :)

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