Muffled Screams

Prologue

The Holocaust has always fascinated me.. so what better thing to write about?

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They barged into the house and tore the lock straight through the deadbolt holder.

Looking around and foaming at the mouth, the man reached for my brother and when he struggled and tried to run, he ripped his arm. There was a pop and then nothing. My brother looked shockd and then burst into tears.

"Stop your sniffling!" The man grumbled in a thick German brough.

"Danny!" I scream. The second guy comes behind me and hols a gun to my throat. Guns, the Americans haven't even given the British soldiers guns. "Move it! Or that'll be her blood." He grinned pointing to the knife strapped to his side, it was splattered with dark blood.

"What did we ever do!" My mother yelled her frail frame easily pushed away by the soldiers.

I know she'll never get an answer though, the German's don't need an answer to justify killing.

"MOVE!" The man holding the gun said roughly.

"No, Mama! No! Take Danny and run!" I yell forcing my head round to stare at her.

"Quite!" The man holding me yells. He kicks me to the ground and forces my knees to buckle. I hear a snap and I know my knee must be broken. They start dragging us away, but they are taking Danny and I into a different truck.

"MAMA!" Danny screams, with tears rolling down his face.

My mother reaches out and tries to fight the soldier, but he just shoves her face deeper into the hanky hanging from his hand. Soon her hand falls limply to her side.

"NO! MAMA!" I yell kicking and screaming as the black truck looms closer in the distance.

"Stop! Quite!" The German soldier yells.

"MAMA!" I keep thrashing and keep out of his grip.

He yells at me to come back, but I keep running. I make it to my mothers side. The other soldier yells at me to stop, but I just kick him and hold onto my mothers hand, praying with all my heart she'll be ok. The soldier who first had me, retches my up by my arms and I scream some more. He tries to put me over his shoulder, but I bite his hand. Yelling in pain. He stops me from running, by one ahnd and turns me around to face him. 'Let. Me .Go!" I scream and try to wriggle my way out.

"This is for my hand." He says maniacally and I hope that he doesn't go for the knife, we all know German soldiers are merciless.. especially to us. But it isn't his gun he pulls on me, it's his fist. It appears in my line of vision so fast I don't have time to scream.

The last thing I hear is Danny crying out my name, and then the blood clouds my vision.