The Diary of a Gladiator
Today was possibly the worst day in my entire life. I shall start from the beginning. When I woke up I felt an uncontrollable need for freedom. I had the bad feeling in the bottom of my stomach and I couldn't get rid of it. I felt terrified, captured. I sneaked out of the house and ran. I ran from myself, from the thoughts in my head. I needed to clear my mind. It felt like a huge and terribly real nightmare. An endless nightmare. I ran and prayed for all of this to be over.
But suddenly I woke up from the loud scream. It took me a moment to realise that all of this was just a dream. But the scream didn't stop neither did my own horror. I ran out of the house to see what's going on. What I saw was something that I shall never forget.
Houses on fire, women and children crying out for help and men weak and terrified are being captured by Romans. It all happened so quickly I couldn't move or do anything. I just stared at all those people and felt like it was still a nightmare. But it didn't stop. The screams continued until I realised I couldn't help them. It was too lateÃ¢ÂÂ¦
That day my village was burnt down and I was captured and forced into slavery. I felt miserable and I couldn't believe it was real. But it was. And I couldn't do anything about it. We were slowly moving towards Italy.
Home. The one place I cannot stop thinking of and the one place I cannot, and will not, return to. I volunteered to be a gladiator. It's better than to be a slave.