For some odd reason, there was a large group of prisoners ganging up and protesting to end the war. All the Nazi soldiers didn't even bother until Hitler screamed at them. HA! It was so hilarious to see Nazis getting pushed out of their offices to fire at will at the Jews ... wait ... fire at them?! Oh no! I can't watch! 'BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!' 'RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR' screamed machine guns and pistols that were firing at the Jews. Soon, all the protesting Jews were dead on the floor and we had to bury them outside.
One of them I recognised immediately was my cabin mate, a woman who loved me like no other. I started sobbing. Then, my caring but weak sister came out and brought me back into the silent cabin. As soon as she brought me in, she started to shed tears for all the dead protesters. One of the worst memories, not meant for keeping. After a few days, I still remember gunshots, the bullets from pistols and machine guns piercing skin, screams of the men and women and I remember blood splattering everywhere.
Soon, my 12th birthday was here, my sister tried her best to make me happy but it didn't work. Birthdays in Auschwitz weren't giving us good memories, birthdays in Auschwitz remind people of how many years we've been here. We've been in Auschwitz of 7 years now. My sister is 23 years old now and for some reason she is trying to find love in this death camp which is impossible! I tried to convince her that there was no such thing as love in the dirty death camp.
She didn't even listen to me nor did she listen to any other Jew that tried to convince her. One Jew said that there was no such thing as love only... death. She actually defied everyone's theory and found a young man named Jack who happened to be walking by. They instantly clicked! After which a man who was in Jack's cabin tried to find him when he was missing and found him with a happy young lady, my sister. The man told the Death Angel about it and they were viciously tortured.
I felt so sorry for them and so I took care of them both while they were recovering from their wounds from the last torture that The Death Angel viciously attempted. I would really like to kill The Death Angel if I got the chance. I really would! As for the man who got them into this mess, he was free from Auschwitz and was instantly appointed lieutenant for Hitler of course, but died a few days later.
There is no such thing as love in Auschwitz. People who fell in love weren't congratulated for their love. Instead they were tortured for it. Love may be the thing that saves people, makes people fight but when it comes to being in a death camp full of guns and dead bodies, love can't cure this. I desperately want this war to end. I wanted it to never have happened. I wish that I never would have suffered this much pain. I just hope they keep each other safe. That they won't give up their will to live. I hope.
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A Holocaust Story- Fake Events from True Facts
Historical FictionSlightly disturbing, with events that happened from the Holocaust. The story is narrated by a few people's point of view.
