Forbidden Love

Blue Eyed Horror

It was dark and hot. I was crammed against the side of a train car that had no windows. It was not a coach class or a middle class car. No. It was a cargo car. It was usually meant for hauling live stock or other materials to nicer places or cities. This car was not meant for that. We were being hauled to a Concentration Camp in Germany. Auschwitz I believed it was called. The Nazi's that I overheard talking were calling it 'our last destination'. I don't understand what they meant, but i have an idea about it.

I was thrown against the train's car again; my overly skinny body ached from the hit. I lost count of how many days I was on this train. I lost count at 7. I was afraid. The only thing I had now was my family. Nothing else. No photos, no books. Nothing. The train shuddered to a halt. My stomach churned with dread. I was hoping that this wasn't our last destination. We waited in the dark for a few minutes, and then the train started moving again. I held my breath. It stopped again. Again after a few minutes it started moving. Then again, in that same pattern. Start, stop, start, stop. Over and over again. But this time when it stopped, out train car door was opened and people were getting escorted out. Orders shouted in German were loud and rang in my ear. I was the last out since I was the farthest from the door. The hands of the German officers were rough and tugged me along. I was thrown into a line that had only women and children. I tried looking for my mother or father. I couldn't see them. I felt so alone and vulnerable. A German officer hit me in the back with the butt of his gun and I fell to the ground.

"Keeping moving!" he yelled at me in German. My back hurt. I was skinny weak and tired. All I wanted to do was sleep. The German officer yanked me up by my hair and pulled me. I shrieked and tried clawing at his hand to let me go. He just tightened his grip. He pulled me to my feet and put me in another line. I gasped as I was pushed in front of the line. The man behind me had dull scissors in his hands, ready to hack away at my hair. 

"No stop it!" I yelled. He just hit me again. I cried. I felt him bring the scissors up to my hair and was about to cut it.

"Wait!" A voice yelled. I looked up through my blurred vision to see a figure standing in front of me. I quickly wiped away my tears to show him that i was not afraid even though I was terrified. He grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him. He stroked my hair. "You have very beautiful hair. It's such a shiny raven black. It would be a shame to cut it."

I saw that he was a high ranking military officer. I looked up into his eyes and held my breath. He had the most vibrant blue eyes I had ever seen. I stared at him and he stared at me.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Meira. It means 'One who gives light'."

"Such a pretty name for such a pretty girl."

He smirks and I blush.

"T-thank you. M-may I ask yours?"

"Gilbert."

I look down, immediately feeling self-conscious. He just kept staring at me. Those bright blue eyes boring into me, like he was staring into my soul. My heart pounded in my chest. I didn't know what he wanted or what he was going to do to me. I felt trapped.

"T-that's a nice name," I say quietly.

He smiles a toothy grin and starts looking me up and down. He runs a hand over my shoulder. He traces his hand up my neck, making me shiver and jerk away from his hand.

"Age?"

"15."

"Family?"

"Yes. They're here I think."

"Virgin?"

My head shoots up. He smirks.

"Excuse me?"

"Ah, that got your attention. Are you a virgin?"

I blush. "Yes."

He smiles once again.

"I'm keeping this one." He dragged me away by my arm. He wasn't pulling as rough as some of the other officers. Hell, he wasn't pulling me by my hair or beating me with a gun to keep moving. I looked back and caught a glimpse of my mother and other families. They all wore horrified expressions. A Nazi just saved me from getting killed probably, but I knew that he would kill me. That was my fate. But, until then I was now a Nazi officer's property. He was my blue eyed horror.