Captured

CHAPTER 8

Sighing, i walked out of the hut and decided to look around. if mama wants to be awkward i should just leave her to it, I decided. As I walked out, I realised I didn’t really want to explore. The place was depressing enough, just think what I might find if I actually took the time to look. I shudder at the thought. Nonetheless I decided to just take a walk around. There was no point in me being stuck in the house doing nothing when I could be getting some air. Albeit it’s not clean or necessary nice air, air was air.

As I walked some more I came across a group of little kids running around after each other without a care in the world. They looked to be playing ‘tig’ and a thin black haired boy appeared to be “it” at the moment.

Wait a second. Black haired skinny boy?

“Timmy!” I yelled running towards my little brother.

At the sound of my voice, Timmy turned around and started running towards me. We met each other halfway and clung to one another as if our lives depended on it.

As we broke apart I stared down at my little brother letting the tears of happiness, from seeing my brother and relief, from finding out he hadn’t been killed. I took a closer look at him and saw that his once perfect baby face was now covered in blue and yellow bruises. His bottom lip was split and swollen. With closer inspection I realised that he was forming a black eye.

I was about to call him out on it but he stole my chance.

“Ali?” I looked him in the eye to show him that he’d got my attention. ”Why are you bald?”

Trust him to ask something like that.

“I fancied a new hair cut” I smiled ruffling his hair. “You should get one too,” I added winking at him.

He just stuck his tongue out. Timmy loved his hair it was like his prized possession. He’s only ever had it cut once but that’s only because mama had made papa hold him down while she worked on it. I remember clearly that for a whole week Timmy refused to talk to either of them until papa had bribed him with a new toy car.

Why isn’t his head shaven, I thought to myself. Come to think of it, none of the children here had had their head shaven as far as I could tell. It must be an age thing.

“Timmy what happened to your face” I finally asked. Even though I knew what had happened I was hoping Timmy would have a different answer to what had happened.

“A man hit me” he muttered looking down at his feet.

Timmy had never been one to lie but for once I wished he would lie. Why couldn’t he have told me that he tripped or something? I didn’t really want to hear that my little brother had been beaten up by a man who was possibly 3 times his age. I didn’t want to hear any more about it so I just let it go.

“Ali, i-is mama here?” Timmy asked looking up from his feet.

I could tell he was about to cry. This would not be a good moment to tell him that she’s having a mental breakdown and has decided to go missing.

“Yes, of course silly,” I said smiling at him.

“Where is she?”

“Uh, she’s gone to talk to some friends, you can see her later.”

That wasn’t a total lie. He can see her later.

“Okay.”

“Tim come on we’re playing races now,” a little brown haired girl said pulling at Timmy’s arm.

Timmy looked up hopefully at me as if asking for my permission.

“I’ll see you later Timmy,” I said hugging him as the little girl pulled him away.

“Bye Ali!” he hollered as they ran to meet up with the others.

I smiled to myself as I watched them get further away and started their race. As soon as the little gir signalled the three boys to go, Timmy sprang to the front. By the end of the race however, he didn’t win. The boy with orange hair had beaten him by a fraction of a second. Timmy, bless him, looked absolutely gutted. He was never a good loser.

This reminded me of the time me and a 5 year old Timmy had decided to play rock paper scissors to determine who would get the last spoonful of Lokshan. I, of course, had won seeing as Timmy always chose scissors. Unfortunately for me, Timmy didn’t take it very well and had decided that if he couldn’t have it then nobody could. To make sure that happened he spat on it.

Back then I had been furious, mama made the best Lokshan in the world, but looking back at it now, the memory brought a smile to my face. I remember how papa had been so mad at him. Timmy got the cane and all his toy cars were taken away from him for a whole month!

I miss papa. I hope he’s happy in Gan Eden.

A small tear fell down my face and I quickly brushed it away. Papa would not want me to be sad. He always said “whatever happens it’s for the best, Yah wouldn’t let something happen if no good was to come of it” and he was right. Although papa’s death is not a good thing, something good will come out of it. It could happen any moment from now.

“Hey,” a voice said from behind me making me jump in surprise.

I turned around to face a tall thin girl around my age. She had the remains of what I thought was brown hair on her head. Her face was dirty and tired looking. I realised I hadn’t said anything back and I quickly said, “Hey” back

I hadn’t spoken to anyone around my age in so long. It was so weird to think know that I’d been secluded from the outside world for so long.

“I’m so glad you’re here, there are absolutely no girls left,” she said hugging me.

This girl reminded me of this girl called Hannah that went my Jewish school. They were both overly touchy- feely. I wonder what happened to Hannah albeit she was overly hyper she was a really nice girl.

“What do you mean there isn’t any girls ‘left’?” I asked puzzled as I broke the hug.

“They were killed,” she said casually whilst giving me an “are you stupid?” look.

“What do you mean killed?” I asked still not sure what she meant.

She gave me an exasperated sigh before she asked me; “Do you know where we are?”

When I didn’t answer she continued, “This is the Dachau Concentration Camp.”

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