1943 - 18 years old
Dear Diary,
It's over. They're coming for us. We can't get out. They're gaining. We can't go anywhere. Dogs - they've got our scent! Nazis following. They'll send us to a camp! Can't let them! Must go! But where? Left - blocked off. Forward - dogs. Right - Nazis. Back - dogs. Blind terror!! I'm almost fainting. A year: wasted. A life barely worth living: living it for this. This end. This death.