|Left or Right
Author: Diatsu PM
This is a short story I wrote for my Creative Writing class in highschool. The main objective was to create a fictional story based in an accurate historical setting. This short story is about two jewish captives during the holocaust. This story does have a romantic, almost "Twilight" like element. I recommend you have basic knowledge of the holocaust; Please Enjoy.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Romance/Suspense - Words: 1,744 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 11-16-12 - id: 3074934
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December 6, 2011
Left or Right
The wheels of the train scraped across the steel tracks in such a way that it seemed to create a beat, Repeating every few moments to create a nice smooth rhythm. My eyes felt extremely heavy as I concentrated on the melody, but it was impossible to let myself drift away due to the loud shouts that were echoing from all the citizens cramped into the small cart.
They seemed to get louder and louder, all the while my temper rose higher and higher. I felt like screaming at the people, and I thought I was about to, until that deep, cheerful, familiar voice rang through my ears.
"Janet." My name rang from the throat of the tall, brown haired man. He had features identical to most men I come across, a tall, strong body, with shaggy brown hair, and patches of hair growing across his face. However, there was one trait that set him apart from the rest of them, his eyes.
Those glowing blue orbs that seemed to pierce through your body, staring into your very soul. His eyes always glowing, like the way the surface of the ocean illuminates on a hot midsummer day.
I could lose myself in those tides for all time, but I was only allowed to do so for a moment more before his melodic voice broke through the barrier that separated me from reality.
I put my hand to my forehead, shading my face as I felt the heat rise to my cheeks. "Oh, I apologize. I must have lost myself for a moment." And lost myself I did, inside of the vast ocean that was his eyes. "I was worried that something had happened to you, Dean I couldn't find you anywhere after the soldiers had forced us onto this rusty piece of scrap metal." I made
my discomfort obvious as I stomped at the floor, as if I was trying to harm the train. I knew I had failed when the end result was a throbbing sensation in my foot. It was worth a try.
"Yes, I've been searching for you. I had lost hope for a moment, but alas, here you are. You are okay, I hope?"
His voice rang out in a beautiful melody, the voice of an angel. It was impossible not to be distracted by such a beautiful tune. It appeared as though the entire world stopped and listened as the melody rang out through reality, hushing even the singing mockingbirds that sung their songs to the world.
What wouldn't I give to be able to hear this voice every day, to see those bright blue orbs every time I opened mine?
However, I knew my long orange curls, and dull brown eyes could never compete with such beauty.
Wait, he asked me a question; but what was it? I couldn't for the life of me remember.
"I'm sorry, can you repeat that?"
And there it was, that angelic voice, escaping his lips in the form of a laugh. "I assume that is a yes. Have you heard any news on what's going on? They told us to grab our valuables, before they forced us onto this train. It doesn't make any sense."
"I heard something about us being relocated, but other than that, nothing." I tried to explain the situation as best I could, but with no luck. There was just not enough information to be able to create a reliable theory.
But despite there being no proof anything was going to happen, I couldn't help but feel frightened. After being forced from their home, with little to no clothing, and only their most precious valuables on them, how could anyone feel safe?
I looked to my friend for comfort, as the hours past. It seemed as though the train would never stop, until it finally did.
My eyes couldn't help but widen in awe as I stared across the crowds of people. There had to be at least two thousand citizens, cramped into the small area beside the tracks. They all
seemed to organize themselves into two lines. After a moment of close observation, I noticed the left row consisted mostly of women, children, and the elderly.
I remembered how they always seemed to evacuate women and children first, in dangerous situations. So I figured the lines were simply them being organized in that fashion.
I grabbed the hand of my friend, pulling him to the door before any of the other citizens had time to react. I felt nauseous, my chest tightening up into a knot. I needed to get off the train, the cramped space and lack of air was starting to get to me. I felt as if all the walls in the train were collapsing on me, and I just needed to get out.
I felt the urge to dive out of the cart as the doors slid open. And I would have, If it had not been for the tall soldier standing before me.
"Miss, I'll have to ask you to leave all of your belongings on the train." he didn't waste any time giving the command, standing before me and my freedom.
"Your belongings will be returned to you as soon as possible, but for now you must leave them here. Please ma'am, you're holding up the line."
I did not understand why the man was rushing me so, not giving me a single chance to speak. I looked to my friend, whose hand I was still holding, as if asking him what I should do. Dean looked to the soldier for a moment, then back to me, "We should do what he says."
As long as I was able to regain my possessions it shouldn't matter, right? But if that's the case, why was there such an insidious feeling that crept around in my stomach. But I knew Dean would never let anything happen to me, so I obediently gave him my bags, which he then put on the cushions we once rested on.
Without another word the soldier directed us away from the train, forward, into the crowd that appeared to become larger and larger every second.
Dean and I remained silent as the crowed and ourselves crept further up the dirt road, unable to see what was happening ahead.
There was a foul stench in the air, though I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was. The stench and the sight of all of the barbwire fences mixed perfectly to create a very insidious feeling that twisted my stomach more and more with every step.
The feeling got worse and worse, to the point where I was going to puke. I knew I was going to, and started to panic. Or possibly I had been panicking all along, but only just now realized it.
But then it was there again, that same angelic voice that was speaking to me earlier. I looked into his sparkling blue eyes, dazed by them as I always had been. It was like a wave of serenity had washed over me, leaving me in a state of tranquility and calm.
"Janet, are you alright?"
The fog that had shrouded reality had been blown away by the strong voice, as I realized I was being asked a question.
"Uh… Yes. I must have zoned out. I'm sorry." I explained, a warm wave of heat rushing to my cheeks as I did so. "Shall we continue?" I suggested
"We are already here."
I peered forward, into the blue eyes of a fair blonde haired man. He was dressed in the same uniform as the soldier who had us exit the train, yet somehow appeared much more menacing.
He looked back into my eyes, and after a moment pointed to the left.
"I believe he wants us to go into the left line. We should do as he says." Suggested Dean, and of course he couldn't be wrong, so I nodded and started heading toward the line, following closely behind him.
However, we were interrupted as a hand reached out and grabbed Dean by the shoulder. I looked to the soldier that had grabbed Dean, confused as to why he had done so.
"Not you." A deep voice erupted from the throat of the man. The voice was the exact opposite of Dean's. Rather than angelic and smooth, it was demonic and threatening.
"You go right." the soldier commanded, the thunderous voice threatening anyone who dare disobey him.
Dean stared at the man, a questioning look on his face. After a moment he turned to look at me, penetrating me once again with those blue eyes.
"When will I get to see her again?" Dean asked, as he peered back to the soldier.
A wave of happiness washed over me as he asked this, showing that despite the fact they were taking him away to an unknown location, he still cared for me rather than himself.
"Soon," is all the man said, refusing to give further details.
Dean stared at the man a moment longer before nodding, and turning to me once more. "It appears that we will be saying goodbye for a little while."
I felt as though I was about to start panicking once again, but before I was able to a warm hand was placed onto my cheek, calming me down momentarily. My eyes followed the hand back to Dean, who just started to speak.
"It will be alright. Everything will turn out okay, I promise. I would never let anything happen to you, you know that."
I felt a little nervous, though I still nodded to my friend. Despite my anxiety, deep down I still believed in everything he promised.
"Yes, I know," Is all I got to say before he retracted his warm hand, and started to walk away.
I couldn't bear to turn around and watch him go, I knew if I did I would run after him, never able to let go. So I turned to my path and started to walk, refusing to allow myself to look back to the man I secretly loved.
I have no doubt in my mind that I will see him again. Because he promised me that we would see one another again, that everything would be alright. And if he promised, than I know he would never let anything happen to me.