Requested by Rossihazel
Speaking of this oneshot, I'm actually learning about the Holocaust and concentration camps in my English class. First unit too since we're talking about injustice.
(Y/N)=Your Name
(E/C)=Eye Color
(H/C)=Hair Color
(L/N)=Last Name
(F/N)=Full Name
(F/C)=Favorite Color
(W/S)=Weight Size
(H/S)=Height Size
(O/A)=Older Age
(C/A)=Current Age
(S/N)=Son's Name
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Everything, everything was gone. Everything that belonged to the (L/N) business was gone. The (L/N) family was loved by all in their generations, but nobody ever heard of the (L/N)s after they were taken from their home on the year 1944 on September 10th.
The year is now 1955, almost 11 years after the end of World War II and the Holocaust. You were (F/N), a survivor of the Holocaust. The last one of the famous (L/N) family to survive the concentration camps.
As soon as your family was deported, you saw them die with many others with your own eyes. You were sent to a few camps from every selection.
The more you moved the more your used to (W/S) lbs became around 56 lbs. Even your height, which was (H/S) kinda went down as well.
When all this happened, you were only (C/A), and now you're (O/A). You still have that fainted number on your arm, which will never be able to leave you. But you're actually happy at the moment.
Because right now, you're having a normal life again in Switzerland, with your husband, Vash Zwingli, the man who made your life normal again.
Right after the war, you went back to your home to see it was burned down, probably from the Germans or during the bombing from the Americans. Everything in your home was gone. The pictures, furniture, and probably all the money your family hidden could've been gone.
Afterwards, you left your hometown in Germany, and somehow made it to Switzerland in a few weeks, after hearing threats and taunts from those who despied and hated your religious group.
There you lived in the streets, as a homeless Jew with nothing to eat or sleep in. You just wanted your life to be over with, but you wondered why it hasn't ended yet. But one day, you found your answer.
You were sleeping by a wooden bench one day, feeling very cold. During your sleep you heard a shotgun clicked by your head. You instantly woke up and looked up and the first thing you noticed was that he was a blonde. Startle with wide (E/C) eyes, you stood off the bench as you surrendered.
"Please spare me! I'll leave!" You begged falling to your knees, forgetting that you still had your number which showed that you were a Jew to the person.
"Are you a Jew?" The man asked, feeling curious about you.
"Yes! I am one, but please have mercy on me! Please!" You cried, your whole body shaking with fear.
"Stand up." He directed placing the gun down.
You instantly stood up and got a good view of the man. He had blond hair, green eyes, and a face of a serious yet kind man. You noticed behind him a was a little girl, who almost looked exactly like the man in front of you.
"What are you doing here?" He asked you with a straight face.
"I was just sleeping. I couldn't find anywhere to sleep, so I found this bench." You said letting your gaze fall to your bare feet, which had some blisters and bruises on it.
"Are you homeless? Do you have a family?" He asked, which made up twitch when he said family.
You looked up at him, tears forming in your eyes again. "Yes, I am homeless. And no, my family were killed in the camps." You said, feeling your voice croak.
