--- "Please!!! My children!!" She screamed. BOOM BOOM. She fell to the ground dead. All she wanted was to feed her children.. And they killed her. I couldn't take it anymore. I had to take action. "You Nazi Bast-rd. NAZI BAST-RD!!!" I screamed and ran towards the womans body. I was in tears.. Her shaved head leaked a violent red. He eyes bore into mine. I could see the hunger eating at her fraile bones.. I could see desperation in the hollow glance she gave me. "Burn in hell!!!" I screamed. A crowd of starving, frightened Jews had collected. My two months at the dammed place, and I knew it was closing. The Nazi looked down on me, grinned and yelled "Burn? Yes!!! You can burn like the filth that you are!! SEND HER TO THE FURNACE." Everyone looked at me in awe. My suffering would soon be over.. My pain. My hatrid. My life. Over. I smiled at my bravery, and stood up, tall in all my poverished glory. I was carried to the line before the fire. The human oven. I began laughing wildly, and jerking around madly. All the while, only one person was on my mind- Issac. I laughed louder and screamed his name. I pushed through the crowd, hearing the screams from inside. "Take me in!!" I then thought of my final words. I was well justified. "Im coming home." I screamed in joy, as the line surged forward. I was insane. I was happy. All the madness in the world wouldn't stop me. I was going to die, and I was happy. ------
---- Death. I never though it would be so promising.. My mind glamorized it. Burning. Fire. Melting. But it was all worth it at the time.. I walked into the building, smelling the scent of passed lives and burning children, mothers,and fathers. I looked to my left, and was forced to remove the potato sack I had been using as a dress. It was infested with lice and covered in blood.. I tossed it into the pile that had grown unbelieveably tall... "those are clothes of dead people!" I heard a small child behind me.. His remark stung me, because I knew I would soon be devoured by a beautiful fire, and my fragile body would burn like lovely ribbons, being eaten to ashes from bottom to top.. I looked to my right.. Shoes. Shoes stacked all the way to the ceiling. Glasses and watches, necklaces and rings, child toys and everything.... Lay in bottomless heaps around me. Despite it all, I was happy to escape this Hell. I smiled, and prayed my last breaths away. The heat grew closer. Hotter. More inviting. I wanted to run into them immidiately, but something happened as I entered that room full of pale white ashes and burning hair. The fire never came to devour me... I never felt the heat. I was still alive, and the room was still the same. I couldn't comprehend it, until I heard it. The best and worst three words I'd ever heard. "WE'VE BEEN LIBERATED!!!!" The best words, because I was free. The worst, because I wouldn't get to see Issac soon enough... ------
------ Freedom? Was it at all possible? I was free in ten hours. The Nazi Dolores had evacuated the camp, and locked the remaining Jews and the dead bodies behind the main gate. We waited for liberation by American Soldiers until morning. -- When the soldiers came to free us, they brang water and food. I devoured my plate and drank vigorously. "You are free to leave at once!" A general yelled, as he ushered groups through the gate. Broken. Starved. Degraded. Some even without clothes upon thier back. We were free. I followed a group of people towards a town. We were headed towards the town of Krakow. Where Many haft promised to meet relitives and friends. We weren't wanted by any means. We were Jews. We were hated. -- We arrived in the city. Many others had aswell... I recieved many scoffs and unhappy stares. I was okay though and I thought that maybe, I could live happy this time. "Its the next town over. I can't lead you, just follow the road." I heard the voice, as if it were a calling from God. Cekrow, the town where Issac. And I had stayed with the priest. The last time he held me... Spoke to me... The last time he looked at my eyes... The last time he would ever breathe my name.. Cekrow. So close. Too close. I did promise. So then I ran. Ran to the town where we stayed safe- the place where we could appriciate eachother- the place where I could love him. I arrived late at night and knew every place I saw. I was exhausted, tired from so much running, frantic to find what wasn't there. Stopping myself, I stood on the doorstep. The foundation was all that remained. Burnt wood and ashes covered the ground.. It was ruins. "Miss? I must ask you to leave here. It is late out and I won't arrest you." I turned to see a man standing above me. He couldn't be more than 22. He was tall and muscular and wore a war suit with a Nazi pin carefully placed on his left breast. I turned to look at him. Hate filled me. I rose up, unashamed of my skinny body and rags. My hair was greasy and tangled and dirt covered my face. His eyes caught my attention first. Bluer than any blue I've ever seen. Blonde hair that protruded from under his hat. "I have no place to go!!! I'm a Jew. I'll stay here." I snarled wildly and evily, letting him know my hate. " Miss! Leave this place at once!" He yelled and his eyes suddenly softened. "Im staying here!" I yelled. "Lower your voice." He paused for a long while. "You remind me of someone..." "Who?" I asked, very puzzled. "A Jewish girl I knew a few months ago.. She was something else.. She was taken away.. Possibly killed." He smiled and looked away up at the demolished priests house. "Murder is nothing funny!" I scoffed and walked away from him. "Miss? Would you like to come to my home for a bath and dinner?" I heard him ask. "I don't take pity from Nazis." I barked and accentuated the last word, in disgust. Before I could get far, he had me in his arms, carrying me to his house. --------