Everyone is in bed while Kohn and I stay up whispering, just getting to know each other. Suddenly, shouting and footsteps, then, Bang! Bang! Bang! Screams and sobs echo in the cold night air. Because the walls and few blankets provide little to no warmth, I snuggle closer to Kohn, my face, ears, and neck heating up and reddening. His arms wrap around my waist. "Is it like this every night?" He exhales, breathing almost inaudibly. "The cold?" "No, the shootings" "Yeah" His words send shivers down my spine. "How long have you been here?" "About a year. It's been so long since a teen has shown up." He pulls me closer and my fingers lightly grasp Kohn's jacket. His musky scent hugs my body, embracing me. My eyes flutter shut, allowing me to drift off to sleep. Just before sleep takes me, I feel a smaller frame crawl between us and a smile twists my lips.
Kohn was right. For months on end, more people wearing the yellow patches and armbands arrive. Space was so scarce like everything else. Food came down to a small piece of bread and a bit of cheese if you were fortunate to have any. At night, the soldiers left the dead bodies in the streets and covered them in pages of newspapers for a large trailer to come and pick them up and dump them off somewhere else. Before that trailer comes, people search the bodies for anything. Coats, socks, gloves, dresses, shirts, pants, and most of all, shoes.
However, *trains have started coming in, taking people to an unknown location. Some believe they're being relocated, others believe they're being taken to heaven. Children dream about taking the train to a land with mountains of sweets, cotton candy clouds, and chocolate streams. Where ever they're going, they're never seen again.
*The Germans used cattle trains to transport their victims from one place to another. People walked in straight lines with their arms in an "I surrender" sort of pose
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Warsaw (On Hold)
General Fiction"Eli Eli Lema Sabachtani!" I cry out, crystal tears washing the grime from my pale cheeks. My eyes ache and my throat is raw from crying and screaming. My head lulls to my bare shoulder as it gets harder to keep my eyes open. ~~~~~ This book is...
