30 April 2012
*This is a short story I wrote in Year 8, and I thought I should share it on Opuss. I hope you enjoy it, and I'll post the next two parts ASAP.*
As I peered precariously into the tiny, dirty compartment of the train, I felt the sharp jab of a pistol pierce through my spine. "In." the Nazi officer spat in Polish, as if he was ashamed to utter just a few words of my language. I didn't dare turn to face him. I'd seen what they could do, how emotionless they were. Like machines. Feeling the glare of the crowd behind me, I stepped into the claustrophobic cabin. The first thing I noticed was the stench. Holding my nose to block the stink of rotting... something, I shuffled into the corner of the compartment. Judging from the straw-littered floor, the cabin was intended for animals. That's how they treated us, just like animals. Vermin, scum, they called us. I hated them, and the pride on their arrogant faces whilst wearing the grey, soulless uniforms, with the harsh swastika imprinted in blood red on the shoulder. Sighing, I watched as the cabin filled with more and more prisoners. Not just Jews, either. Gypsies, gays, the disabled. Anyone considered dirty was a threat to Hitler. They all wore identical striped uniforms, marching in a strange, haunting parade. We didn't know where they were taking us, but I don't think anyone cared anymore. We'd lost everything we'd loved and lived for. No hope or freedom. I could hardly remember the last few months: everything blurred in a chaotic mass of tears and screams. I just wanted to run - we all did. But we all saw what happened to Felix, and after that nobody tried to escape. I don't think we had the energy left inside us anyway. My feet ached as the cabin jolted at the loud slam of the door. I could hear shouting, and we listened. I understood a few words, but not enough. It was never enough.
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