1984 AP English Narrative Essay
I wrote this back in March for an AP assignment, and completely forgot about it until I got it back the other day. I wasn't really planning on posting this, but rereading it, I'm kinda happy with it. Knowledge of the book 1984 by George Orwell is probably necessary to completely understand this.
The draft was more steamy, but it also looked and sounded like a 7th grader wrote it who got obsessed with the word "sex". I could scan that in, I suppose, but it's complete crap.
Yay for subtle sex! =D
A jolt of pain rushed through my body as I regained consciousness. Or maybe it wasn't pain. It could have been hunger. After all, I hadn't eaten in who knows how long. I had to use the bathroom as well; the pressure had built up so much I had to squeeze my legs together to keep myself from leaking. I must have looked horrible as well.There was dried blood on my chin and drool stains down the corner of my mouth. My hair was thrown every which way, and my clothes ripped and partly torn off. I'm not sure what had been done to me, but at this point I didn't care. Nothing much bothered me anymore, not even that smug if not slightly irritated snarl on O'Brian's face.
I lifted my eyes slowly towards the man, trying to make out his approaching figure through my hazy vision. My eyes narrowed into slits as I tried to make out his approaching figure through my hazy vision, though it came out as more of a grimace.
"You're a persistant one, Miss Julia," he spoke calmly, hands clasped behind his back. "But I'm close to breaking you, I can tell. Call it an instinct". His face inched closer and hovered inches away from mine. "Feel like pledging to Big Brother yet?"
I was silent for a few moments as I thought of an answer, but something completely different left my mouth. "I can bet Big Brother doesn't even exist. What's the point in pledging then? It's like I'd be worshiping a false God." What I meant to say I wasn't sure, but I seemed to be more satisfied with my current answer.
O'Brian's expression changed slowly enough that I was sure it was part of a flip book. The cold mask was set firmly into place once more, but he didn't make a move to leave. "I see," he sighed. "That's a shame. Then I guess I'll have to persuade you in... another way".
From my position, I couldn't see what he planned to do, but I saw the top muscles in his right arm moving. Seconds later, I felt the clothes being ripped off my body, the dirty discolored shreds being carefully discarded on the floor. I felt his hands working against my body, but under the circumstances, I couldn't feel much of it.
"Big Brother does exist," he whispered into my ear. "And the Party is only trying to look out for you, not suppress you". I recalled our earlier conversation, but had no reaction to it. I just simply didn't care. A wave of ecstasy passed through my body, temporarily suppressing the numb feeling. My muscles relaxed for the first time in awhile. "Submit to the Party. You'll feel better..."
The hunger and pain were gone for a moment, and I was feeling better than I had in awhile. "No,", was my simple reply. There was no more need for conversation; after all he wouldn't listen to what I had to say anyway. And being rebellious was much more fun, especially with Winston. A ghost of a smile crossed my face at the thought of my lover. I'll get out of here... I thought. And we'll be together again...
A large meaty hand backhanded my face, throwing it sharply towards the right and throwing droplets of saliva and blood in the wall next to me.
"A foolish girl," he sighed, somewhat enraged. "It would all be over if you just submit..."
He walked over to the machine and pulled the lever. I must have screamed, though I don't remember it. I blacked out with the knowledge that this would all repeat again... probably until the end of my life.But it was better than giving in. I would never give in.
The draft was more steamy, but it also looked and sounded like a 7th grader wrote it who got obsessed with the word "sex". I could scan that in, I suppose, but it's complete crap.
Yay for subtle sex! =D
A jolt of pain rushed through my body as I regained consciousness. Or maybe it wasn't pain. It could have been hunger. After all, I hadn't eaten in who knows how long. I had to use the bathroom as well; the pressure had built up so much I had to squeeze my legs together to keep myself from leaking. I must have looked horrible as well.There was dried blood on my chin and drool stains down the corner of my mouth. My hair was thrown every which way, and my clothes ripped and partly torn off. I'm not sure what had been done to me, but at this point I didn't care. Nothing much bothered me anymore, not even that smug if not slightly irritated snarl on O'Brian's face.
I lifted my eyes slowly towards the man, trying to make out his approaching figure through my hazy vision. My eyes narrowed into slits as I tried to make out his approaching figure through my hazy vision, though it came out as more of a grimace.
"You're a persistant one, Miss Julia," he spoke calmly, hands clasped behind his back. "But I'm close to breaking you, I can tell. Call it an instinct". His face inched closer and hovered inches away from mine. "Feel like pledging to Big Brother yet?"
I was silent for a few moments as I thought of an answer, but something completely different left my mouth. "I can bet Big Brother doesn't even exist. What's the point in pledging then? It's like I'd be worshiping a false God." What I meant to say I wasn't sure, but I seemed to be more satisfied with my current answer.
O'Brian's expression changed slowly enough that I was sure it was part of a flip book. The cold mask was set firmly into place once more, but he didn't make a move to leave. "I see," he sighed. "That's a shame. Then I guess I'll have to persuade you in... another way".
From my position, I couldn't see what he planned to do, but I saw the top muscles in his right arm moving. Seconds later, I felt the clothes being ripped off my body, the dirty discolored shreds being carefully discarded on the floor. I felt his hands working against my body, but under the circumstances, I couldn't feel much of it.
"Big Brother does exist," he whispered into my ear. "And the Party is only trying to look out for you, not suppress you". I recalled our earlier conversation, but had no reaction to it. I just simply didn't care. A wave of ecstasy passed through my body, temporarily suppressing the numb feeling. My muscles relaxed for the first time in awhile. "Submit to the Party. You'll feel better..."
The hunger and pain were gone for a moment, and I was feeling better than I had in awhile. "No,", was my simple reply. There was no more need for conversation; after all he wouldn't listen to what I had to say anyway. And being rebellious was much more fun, especially with Winston. A ghost of a smile crossed my face at the thought of my lover. I'll get out of here... I thought. And we'll be together again...
A large meaty hand backhanded my face, throwing it sharply towards the right and throwing droplets of saliva and blood in the wall next to me.
"A foolish girl," he sighed, somewhat enraged. "It would all be over if you just submit..."
He walked over to the machine and pulled the lever. I must have screamed, though I don't remember it. I blacked out with the knowledge that this would all repeat again... probably until the end of my life.But it was better than giving in. I would never give in.