It was a cold, dark night. I could hear frightened people yelling in the
streets. I helplessly laid there in my bed hoping that all of this would be over
before they got to my family and I. But suddenly i heard a violent
knock on my door. My heart stopped as I slowly stepped out of my bed and
ran into my parents small dark room. I exclaimed "someone is here,
someone is here" I said it like I had no idea who it was but I knew, I
knew because of all the people that lay dead on the street, because of
all the horrible shrieks i hear while I'm trying to fall asleep at
night. It all was so unclear to me as to why this was happening. my
parents rushed out of bed and then quickly grabbed my arm and told me to
come with them. They told me we were going to a safer place but I knew
that nothing was safe anymore and that sooner or later we would all be
in pain. I heard a man yelling, He was closer than ever. I ran into the
basement as my mother quickly shut the door, I could hear the man's
large boots stomping across my once solemn house. I could hear
him tearing up everything in my room all of my stuff my whole life was slowly
leaving me. I tightly clenched my parents hands as the tears ran down
my chin and onto the cold wet floor. I heard the man walk out but I knew
that it wasnt the end. I knew I had a long way to go, a long time of
hurt and pain... if I even made it there. A week later it happened againbut this time worse, worse than ever, they took my mother first, I yelled as if they would bring her back if I
yelled enough, I looked over at my dad in the cold, snow covered streets. he didn't say a word just watched, but he didn't have to say anything, I could feel his pain, see his
hate In his dark cold eyes. A large tear ran down his face, it was the
first time I had ever seen my father cry, it was the first time i had
ever seen my father weak I turned to him and put my small skinny arms
around him as we stood there in the death filled streets crying
together, staying together, sharing what we knew would be perhaps our
last moment together. No less than five minutes later I felt a large man push between us, I
hoped he would keep walking but he tightly grabbed my helpless arms, and
started dragging me as I kicked and yelled for him to leave me alone.
The cold snow swept across my legs as I looked back to see my father
running after me pushing through everyone. But suddenly I lost sight and
no longer saw him. I heard a gun shot and hoped with all my heart that
it wasn't him. The man kept on dragging me then threw me into a small
dark room with at least a hundred more freezing people inside. I sat
there for at least an hour in pain with my head in my hands and wondered
where I would go next. I looked up and saw a young boy staring at me. He
slowly brought a smile to his face then ran to the other side of the
room. Usually young kids brought happiness to me but there was no loger
any more happiness in my life. The next day four men came in and told us all to stand. We all did, I was so confused so I just tried to fallow what they said. I realized
then that I was in what all the people told me was called a
concentration camp. I wasn't sure how I got there. The man closest to me
told us all to take our clothes off for our inspections. I felt like
crying. I could only think he was kidding. But I knew he wasn't I
realized then that I was the only one with my clothes on. The man came
over and said to me in a stern voice "is there something you don't
understand?" I just stood there and stared into his deep green eyes
blank with no words to say. he slowly brought his gun up. A tight shiver
went through my whole body as I felt what I knew was my life ending. I
saw my dad's dark blue eyes and my mothers beautiful pale skin in my
mind then fell to the ground and finally went to a better place.