Concentration Camp escape, Part 1.

The mind bomber

  In the year of 1933, Adolph Hitler was appointed chancellor of Germany. As the Ground shook beneath me, and the sound of a huge bang and the screams of the people I once knew. My brown dirty hair and scratched up face and weak legs stood up to move to a near by corner of the place I once called home. The bang got closer and closer. As a big bang knocked our old brown door it seemed to shake the old floor boards.

  My mother who's brown hair witch resembled mine and green eyes opened with a sudden fear and worry. As my mother ran over to me grabbing me by the shirt and shoving me in the near by closet with dust and old coats in it. My mother kissed me with her soft light pink lips and told me to be quite for mommy and don't come out. As the old door had many panels in it, accessing me to see my mother walk to the door and to open it with a sudden jump back of fear. Two tall suited men entered the old house grabbing my mom in an aggressive and angrily mattered pattern. As it seemed the world stopped in front of my eyes, My mother screamed for the last time and cried a ragging ocean of tears. My mothers voice could still be heard even away from the old house.

  As I closed my eyes, It seemed when I opened them the whole world was silent, As my head ragged with the bang of my mother voice the visions of the men still ran through my mind. As the sweat and tears mixed together and rolled off my face, I stood up for the first time It felt in days. My legs with many cuts and bruises son it shook. As I walked to the door my mother was once been carried away from I looked down the once beautiful and busy road, But now it was just blank, silent. As the town now seemed like a junkyard, filled with old papers and garbage. I bent down to pick up a half torn newspaper stating a camp called a concentration camp, That Adolph Hitler had started, and if there's one place they would take my mother it had to of been there.

  As i dragged my small and skinny feet along to gravel road my heart could be heard in my head. Not knowing when our where I was going. I kept walking down the empty and silent town, I came across a small alley witch reminded me of the fun times of me and my friends jump roping and throwing the ball around. But those memories slowly started fading away. 

  As I walked through the Alley my ears picked up the sound of loud talking and engines, I turned around to see packed in trucks filled with the dangerous men who took my mother. I ducked down trying not to be seen. As they passed by my eyes closed in relief from not being seen. But a small soft touch of a human was felt on my cold shoulder. I turned around to see a young boy sitting there, Brown hair, and blue eyes but red from the tears he was crying. His clothes were saggy and there was many cuts on him, From His father was also taken away from him. The boy was scattered and confused just like me. For he also was searching for his father. For this boy was poor and been alone for days without his father, Trying to find shelter and food. He was a very skinny boy. Hungry, Afraid and scatted were all this boys emotions plus more.

  The boy and girl sat in the alley waiting for the silent town once again. Before they kept walking to try and find: shelter, food and safety. As they walked the came across an old building the both knew as kids. The building was tared apart. But it once was a beautiful blue shop filled with the nicest people and the most mouth watering treats. They crept behind the old building slowly while checking back every 5 second. they  finally came face to face looking into a busted out window into the shop. they then turned and look back at each other then back at the shop again. "Wanna go in?" the boy said trying to speak English the best he could. Still staring at the shop she nodded.