They call out to everyone to go get their evening ‘meal’ which consists of a small amount of soup and for the people who saved their bread from lunch; their bread. Or us though, we just get soup which is watery and has no flavour to it whatsoever.
Luckily me, Anne and Rebekka get some soup and so the soldiers don’t beat us. Some others though are not so fortunate and so they get beaten. I see the prisoners who have been here longer then us looking like they are just a skeleton. This scares me.
When we reach our barrack a person called a ‘real criminal’ stands before us wearing a green triangle. I am told that he decides if to let you rest or to get you to do activities until you faint and are ordered back to the barracks. Today, he says,
“Get down on your knees and crawl!”
We all obey and after about thirty minutes of hearing him cackling, he decides to make us run for a further hour. Anne suddenly falls to the ground.
“You may go to your barracks now!” He shouts out while walking away.
“Oh and remember don’t come out at night!”
I run to Anne’s side to see if she’s ok. Rebekka and I carry her back to the barracks. We lie her down on the straw-mattress. Luckily she wakes up.
“You gave me and Eva a fright then! Are you ok?”
“I’m, I’m fine, but I don’t know how long I’ll survive doing this everyday!”
“Don’t worry Anne. We’ll help you. Please, now get some sleep!” I say, while wrapping a blanket around her.
Rebekka then turns to me and pulls something out of her shoe,
“Here, I kept your locket safe didn’t I. Now just keep it safe, only wear it at night, ok?”
I nod and then take out of my shoe the piece of paper the soldier gave me. I read,
‘I will come and meet you at your barrack tonight. My name’s Eadmund and I would love to see you again. Please come out of your barrack if you hear a knock seven times in a row.’
I smile to myself; something good has actually come out of this horrible place! Rebekka looks at me with a confused look on her face. I pass the note to her and she smiles.
“That’s great news and maybe he could help us to keep Anne healthy!”
“Rebekka, I can’t ask him to do that. If he got caught, there would be serious consequences! Don’t tell anyone!”
“Ok, it was just an idea.”
YOU ARE READING
Prisoner B-1941
Ficção HistóricaThe historical story of Eva's life in the holocaust and her forbidden romance with Eadmund, a guard at the camp.