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I have decided to share my story with those who would listen. I was one of the victims of the time of the holocaust. I was one of the few survivors from my concentration camp. My family and friends were all murdered in these camps. We were sent to them due to our ethnic backgrounds, sexual preferences, and well you can get the rest. We were starved, forced to do work, mistreated and murdered. No one was left; babies were taken from their mothers, the old died of malnutrition, and the rest were either gassed or died of multiple reasons. This is my story.

I was taken away from my home by two Nazi solders. Everyone was forced into a back of a truck. The heavy metal doors slammed shut, the small area completely dark. My mum cried as well as my baby sister. My father just sat silent rocking with the truck. I just sat watching, confused of what had just happened. I had just turned seventeen, I got a few presents, my family wasn’t at all rich. I got a pair of new shoes and a colourful dress that I deeply adored; I knew it must have cost my parents a lot.

The mini truck screeched to a halt, that noise pierced my memories of my birthday. The family sat silent as the locks on the door were forced open. The doors swung open letting light flow through the small compartment. Everyone squinted at the light; I shaded my eyes with a shaking hand. Where were we? What were they going to do to us? Is all that ran through my head. One by one we were dragged from the back of the truck and pushed along a dirt road. We walked along the road, our heads drooped, no one talked. We all knew where we were heading. There was no escape of the truth that was to reveal itself. We were being led to a concentration camp.

My baby sister never made it after the first week. We weren’t fed the amount of food to nourish our needs. I began to notice that I myself has lost a quite bit amount of weight. But we didn’t look as bad as the others that have lived here for months; they were like walking skeletons.  All we had to wear was the clothes on our back that w were wearing the day they took us from our homes. Home, how I missed it. My parents never talk anymore, I never talk anymore, there is nothing to talk about. After two weeks of starving and loss of sleep there was a role call for those who would be deloused.

We were cramped in the small room like cows ready for a slaughter. We were to be deloused. The room was cold, our petty clothes taken from us to be burned. There was to be no infection of lice in this camp. We stood waiting, everyone to anxious to talk, all shivering. Our bare skeletal bodies were pathetic excuses of human beings. There was a rattling noise, it came from the stonewalls, and everyone stared at the multiple showerheads. Nothing happened, except there was this odd smell that filled the room. People began to cough, the room filled up fast. I stood in shock, my eyes going teary as I myself began to cough madly. One by one people fell to the ground, children clung to their fallen kin. The sight was horrific we weren’t being deloused we were being gassed to death. The last ones standing began to scream and made for the door, it was bolted shut. I began to grow dizzy, slowly it grew dark, my head collided with the ground with bone shattering force. Blood trickled from my head; I was too weak to wipe it from my face. Then there was darkness.

I woke up sore in a giant pit of dead rotting people. The smell was revolting I couldn’t stop throwing up. I sat horrified hundreds of dead bodies had been thrown in a mass grave like rag doles. Feces and blood dribbled its way out of half rotten carcasses. I sat there motionless, I was too scared too move, my head ached. Slowly I moved from my spot, that was a bad idea; I slid on some-ones blood and tumbled over the dead bodies. I could here bones crack. When I stopped rolling I landed next to my mother. Her beautiful face sunken and dead, her mouth was wide open as if she were screaming. I began to cry, the tears stung my eyes. A child shouldn’t have to see her own mother dead. I managed to get enough strength to keep on going. I climbed out of the massive grave and rested on the dirt path that circled it.

I laid there for hours just staring at the stars high above me, I couldn’t move, I couldn’t think, where would I go next? Then I heard a car coming, should I had let it run over me, I have nothing to live for. I saw the head lights peak over the small hill; they were coming at me fast. I rolled to the side of the road, the car just missing my arm. I pulled myself up from the ground, rocks dug into my sensitive flesh. It was a warm night, even though I was still naked, I tried to cover myself with my arms, but then I realised, who am I hiding myself from? I straightened up and began to walk towards the woods before me. My leg was throbbing with pain; I didn’t notice the big gash that ran up the side of my leg. I made it to the outskirts of the woods by early morning. I looked back at the camp, everything was grey, even the trees.

It was midday when I collapsed to the ground with exhaustion. The dead leaves under me cushioned the fall. My body was week, I hadn’t eaten for days. I tried to keep on going but my body just said no. Every limb of mine began to shake with fatigue. I could here footsteps come from behind me. I was too tired to care, if it was a Nazi let him kill me quick. My eyes began to blur, large black boots stood before me. That’s all I could remember before a fell into a deep wanted sleep.