1939 [On Hold/Editing]

October

I am now well under ninety pounds, but I'm still faring better than the other inmates. After I broke down in front of Hauptarbeitsleter Eisenhaur, he quickly took me in and closed the door. I told him what happened through my tears, and he turned around and looked out of the window.

"Klara, you have to get used to this. People around you, they're getting hurt-even killed. I'm sorry this happened to you, but you have to bear with me. If they see you break down, you're dead." He turns around. "I'm sorry, but..." he trails off and returns to his desk, which is covered with papers.

"What are those papers?" I ask quietly. Jack, Hauptarbeitsleter Eisenhaur, looks at me forlornly.

"I don't think you want to know."

"I was just assaulted, Jack! I think I can handle what is on a paper!"

"Okay, but you asked. These papers record everyone who has died. All of these papers." He gestures to the piles. I nod, and then head to the door.

"I-I guess I should go back and start working." I open the door and head to the kitchen, where Hana was waiting. She stares at me.

"You too, eh? That nasty man can't keep his hands off of anyone." She leans down and grabs the soup pot. "We have to go set it up for the prisoners- the Nazis hand it out. After we have to clean up. Oh! And here, you dropped these." She pulls out the carrot and the small chunk of bread, meant for Rebeka. Hana winks and presses a finger to her lips. "Now, let's get going."

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I lie down in my bunk, next to Rebeka. Unable to sleep, I toss and turn, waking her.

"It's okay, shh, shh..." Rebeka continues this until my eyes get heavy and finally close.

Sorry, guys! I've been really busy with school, and I have to take the Regents in June, so I probably won't update as much.