Girl Meets world One shots

52 Paris Lights Rucas part 1

I cried with the salty pretzel years running down my diet smudged face I was mired in a combination of what had seemed to be dirt and scum and the filth of the dirt blocking my systems It was not of those flawless breaking moments where you haven't ever felt so tortured and pathetic in such a sucficent time Collapsing onto the dirt filled ground in the pouring rain bringing no sympathy to my tears it felt like an intimate scene from a horror movie Except this was the real horror movie

I don't know if there ever was a time anyone liked me Anyone had appreciated me and cared for me as if I was an actually sorrowful human being Instead of being a dirty new According to what the others said about me There was never a time I had felt like a complete outcast wearing a gold star that was plastered into my clothes The clothes that I wore when Hilter first took over domination and the clothes I had ended with when I was abandoned in this concentration camp So the others torture me rape me and feed off my transparent fears After all I was just an innocent 17 year old that was the least that I could possibly do at this moment

So I crouched onto the mid basked ground crying all my hopes out crying about my family I'll never see again and crying about the one love that I'll never see again Lucas The only person that had made an election in liking me even if I wasn't a French teenager like him Even if I wasn't a French teenager like him Even if I was a filthy Jew Our hands would be clasped together and his arms around my small body protecting me from the rest of the world and from the hideous games people would play on me And now he was gone from my life And now I would die without him

My hands were shaking as I struggled to stand up from this uncomfortable position I was currently at As I reached out to get up with my free hand a black scuffed boot stepped right onto my pale fingers Biting my lip and resisting the urge to wince I looked up solemnly at the Nazi guard in front of me He looked down at me surprisingly with the same expression that I had It was Quite an act of surprised for a nazi to ever have pity for you Mainly they would laugh at your frail figure tease you in a rude manner and poke you with their machetes and long pointed guns Everything in their view was fragile and cruel As if you tucked them off they would hunt you down and kill you More like monster to me