Jimmy the Trapper
Dear Diary, the day has finally come. I’m not just Jimmy anymore. I’m a trapper down here. I walked slowly to the coal mines entrance, and as I stared into the dark abyss all I could think about was my dad. Ben, my big brother and Will, a good friend of my dad tried to reassure me as we were lowered into the dark void, but it was no use. So much time is spent down in that mine, it’s easy to lose yourself in your thoughts. Easy to see things, hear things…the voices of the ghosts that haunt this mine. And my dad is one of them. I hate this place, but it pays for food and keeps us going. The doors I must close are strong and heavy. I miss my parents deeply every second down in that filthy pit, but the money puts a faint smile on my poor mother's face, and that is worth every second down in that pit of hell.
This morning it was a damp day. The mines were colder than ever. I was doing my usual thing opening and closing the doors to keep my family healthy and put food on the table. But when will and Ben came up. I heard a huge sound. And water came in. First puddles then it was up to my boots. I tried to open the door. But the pressure of the water was pushing it away from us. Ben knew another route so we followed him. Will said I can’t go any further and lost his footing and fell into the mine and died. A tear even shed from my eye as if Will was family. Ben and I soon got out of the mines and Ben saw Will’s wife and broke the news to her. I could feel her pain as if I lost Ben. I could see the tears tumbling down her face that was the worst accident I ever witnessed in the mines.