April 20th, 1943
Every day was the same work long hours, but today I was called to a room and some other girls were there too. The oldest named, Kim at age 21. Few men came in started talking to some that were already sitting down enjoying themselves.
They drank and smoked, room was cloudy and smelled of hard alcohol. One was looking at me and smiled with a wink. I notiest it was the same one from before. Loud one stood up and called out to the others, "Sense we are here lets enjoy this time. Girls, come do what you were made for, yah?" I could feel my eyes at the moment grow and I was scared out of my mind. The oldest didn't waste any time and threw her legs around one of the guys facing them. I was shocked and was frozen, arms pulled me and see my sister. "Don't be scared, if you show them they will beat you and it will only make it worse." Her words stong but I knew it was true. She walked to one and sat on his lap. My head was screaming the whole time to leave and run but I couldn't.
"Hey." My waist was held and saw the same guy from before. He gave me a gentle smile and whispered in my ear, "Lets leave, yes?" I opened my mouth, but nothing seemed to come out. He pulled me away out to one of the other rooms. Closing the door he looked at me, "Well," he sighed, "You safe for today." Head was spinning, was he going to rape me?
"Take some of your cloths off so if they come in they think we are doing something. Plus, I would not mind a little peak if you don't mind." He winked, but from my face he knew I got nothing from that, I was still out. Before I said anything, he took his shirt off and took off his belt. I looked away and he giggled making my face burn. Never have I ever been alone in a room with a boy ,let alone him stripping.
We sat in silence hearing the other people and banging, the whole time covering my ears like a little child wishing my mom was here. "I want my mom." I said tears in my eyes as I hear the boy sigh. "Look. You won't be seeing your mom. She is dead." I sob and cried waiting on how, he seemed to read my mind. "The showers kill Adina." I gasp and look at him to say something but the door ripped open. Last I remembered that day was Logan pushing me on the bed kissing me deeply making me scream in fright.
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Adina's Holocaust
Исторические романыWrote this for a project in history of holocaust. Everyone loved it to I thought I would share it. It is sad and very short. Don't forget to comment and if you like it give it a star. Please remember, I made this up. I don't know if it is based on r...