I'm not sure how long I was out, but when I opened my eyes, I was still lying on the cold, uneven stone. "Ima*?" My raspy whisper nearly fails to make it from my throat. As my body starts to pick its self up, a sharp pain emits from my shoulder. Ignoring it, I attempt to balance on my naked, bruised feet. Naked? My shoes are gone! Someone must have thought I was dead and they took them. A page of a newspaper is the only thing covering my shoulders other than my worn down gray dress and torn leggings. They even covered me before checking if I was alive...
My bruised feet make a couple of steps towards the dirty building. My strength seems to fail as my legs take me to my knees. I can hear someone calling. Calling my name. It seems so far, but if I just reach out my hand... My body collapses again. Exhaustion overtakes my mind. I feel a pair of arms take me against a body, enveloping me in warmth like a thick blanket as I fall into slumbers' iron grip.
My eyes flutter open to reveal an empty room. A cold room with gray walls, gray ceiling, a thin pipe running along the lower half all round the whole chamber, and me, the only person sitting in this place. As I blink, people started appearing. Women and children or all ages. Stark naked. My vision suddenly clouds over as a faint almond-like scent fills the room.
Blinking again, the women disappear and several men stalk in. The same men that took me away. "Hier ist niemand da**" Their dark eyes scan over me and the clouding doesn't stop.
Blink. Outside, the scene reveals a gloomy sky with more drowsy women dragging themselves around, tired, bloodied, bruised. Blink. My back aches as I lay on what seems to be a wooden plank with several other women. Their every bone visible. It smells horrendous. A sob arises. "Do not cry. Those who cry do not survive." An old woman's voice tries to sooth. Blink. Darkness. Blink.
* Mother
**There is no one here sir
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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...
