|My Holocaust Story
Author: DemolitionV16 PM
This is a story about a nameless girl and a trip that ended her life. (it is really sad. it even made me sad when i wrote it.)Rated: Fiction T - English - Horror/Drama - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,507 - Reviews: 14 - Updated: 02-28-05 - Published: 07-24-01 - id: 368855
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My Holocaust Story
I see people crying. Mostly women and children. I cried just as hard as them or maybe even harder. For only I knew our destination. That dreaded camp. Where we would die eventually. We could die a horrid death. One that is quick and painless. I only know this because my family died at the hands of the Nazis running this camp.
I could feel the heart beat of the girl in front of me. She was about the same age as me. I tried to console her, which didn't work. Then she cried out, "We are all going to die!" I had to restrain her by holding her down and clamping my hand over her mouth. I did this in fear that all of us would die. She eventually quieted down. Although my own fearful thoughts interrupted. I thought, Am I going to die? What will happen to me if I survive? At that point I could not tell you. I could not even tell myself.
We finally came to a complete stop. After several minuets SS guards came and told us wear to go. I followed the other women to a separate part of the camp. We stripped down to our undergarments and then interviewed. I was next. I tasted the salt from my tears and the fear. Not just my own fear, but also the others fear.
Before I entered the office I quickly turned around. I ran. I Ran as far as my legs would take me. I was outside when I heard only one gun shot.