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Angry German soldiers bounded across gravel, guns readied at their sides and mud smeared across their faces. I pulled my thin legs up to my chest. "Line zem up!" My family was yanked from their bunks, slamming them against the wall. "What did they do!" I screamed, slapping at the Sergant, who grabbed my face in his large hand. I yelped. "Zis is for stealing extra soup, you disgusting rat." I fell to the dirt, a look of horror burning my eyes as I looked to my family, my mother cradling the toddler, Fin while my father held my mother close, their sullen gazes on me. Not a single tear shed. "This is your fault, Tallulah." My family muttered in unison, the gunfire piercing my ears. I cried out and hit something hard. Cement? Shakily, I opened my eyes and realized I had had the same nightmare as I had the night before.
The cement was cold and everyone was still sleeping. Dawn had just started peeking over the barbwire fence. I pulled my dirty black hair into an even dirtier blue bandana.
We had been lucky enough to be put in a concentration camp that didn't shave our hair off. I loved my long, wavy, black hair. I loved the way it touched the middle of my back, reminding me of it's presense.
"Tallulah, why are you avake?" My mother harshly whispered from her bunk. I rubbed my back. "I had another nightmare." She sighed, rubbing her dirt caked forehead.
That was the scariest day, when the Germans took us. My mother fought back, only to get slammed into the filthy mud below her feet. I cried out and reached for her, but a soldier thwapped me with his gun, leaving an ugly scar on my stomach from his bayonnet. I gingerly touched the scar, tears springing in my eyes.
I blinked them away. When I opened my mouth to say something, I was stopped. "Awake, awake! Showers now!" A guard banged his gun against the door frame, jolting the remaining sleepers to conciousness. We lined up to get violently sprayed down in a line, naked, with a large sprayer system that went down the line, with water pressure so great it hurt. The soldiers would laugh if one of us cried out or held ourselves as to hide our bare skin. They would only laugh more. Once we had been cleaned we
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FanfictionTallulah Mueller is trapped in a concentration camp in Berlin, Germany. She knows death could come for her and her family at any moment when suddenly the camp is full of a frightening noise. Little does she know it's the Tardis. With the ride of a l...
