I, Audrey Nelson, must tell of the horrors me and my twin sister , Aubrey, faced while in these dreaded camps. Our long journey started in Auschwitz, Germany, side by side. Everyday always started out the same, and every night always ended the same as well. Losing someone who was as close to me as she was the most heartbreaking and painful thing I could ever suffer. If I could live it all again i would take all of the brutality this camp had to offer and place it on my shoulders, just so that she could have lived a better life.
April 9, 1944
We hear talking in the room next to ours, through the moldy, dirt caked bricks. It doesn't sound good. Screams fill my ear drums and send a cold chill down my spine that makes me shutter in fear. The screams come from not, too, far away and I could tell by the other kid's expressions in the room, that it also frightened them. Everyday we live through the torture and suffering these so-called "doctors" and soldiers bring to us. I fear for the many children here, especially my sister, Aubrey. She and I are not well, or at least that's what we're told. We've been told we're diseased and different because of the mirrioring image we share, because of all the similiarities we have in each other. But how can I be different, if there is someone who looks exactly like me? How can any of us be different, if we all have an identical twin?
The "doctors" enter the room and we watch as each child is examined and chosen to be the next victim of today. With our luck, we are not chosen, not yet anyway. But we did have to watch the horrific site of a blood transfusion from one twin to another. One, named Aerial, died on the table while her twin, Anna, cried helplessly over her cold, lifeless body. Within minutes, Anna was taken out of the room, and a weary, but bone chilling cry was heard, and then silence. I was very thankful that we have not been chosen yet, but when I looked over at my sister, she was mourning and looked almost hopeless. I did not have the words to say anything to her. I did not have the heart to tell her that we may not live through this ordeal. I believe she already seen the end coming though.
Still we were not chosen, and that was good because I don't think her small, starving body could have taken much more abuse. But when returning back to our, "housing", I realize that yet again, we would not receive food, water, or even the love from our mother. We were all so thin, all so hungry, all so hopeless, and pale. Not only were we hungry for food, but also for the freedoms that we had before coming here just a few years ago.
April 10, 1944
Morning comes, just like it always does, or at least until your life is taken. All of us go down to roll call, and luckily it's spring, so it's not as cold as it has been for the last few months. We wait and wait in the mist of the morning. Finally we can leave, but not to anywhere I wanted to go. Not to anywhere any of us wanted to go. We arrive, take our places and let the examining begin. While all of this is happening, there are other twin and disabled children laying on tables, with tubes hooked up to them, needles being stuck into them and blood puddles filling up the dirt caked floor. Today, we are chosen. It's not like we haven't been chosen before, but this time, one or both of us could die. The last experiment really took its toll on Aubrey; she became very ill and I thought she'd die, but still today she lives, still today she's ill. I fear for her much more than myself during the procedure. I watched her flinch as they poke and stab at her. There was nothing I could have done to save her, nothing I could have done to make the pain stop. I could do nothing--but endure and watch--which is what I did. I watched as she flinched and cried out in pain one last time. I watched as she took her one last breathe before saying good-bye to this evil , evil place. I was there, and I shall never forget the horrors and nightmares that I'm scarred with forever.
I lost Aubrey, and then myself. She suffered from severe starvation, severe blood loss, infections to open wounds that had not been cleaned properly, and several severe mental disabilities due to these dangerous and uncalled for experiments. After she died, they cut her apart and continued to experiment on me, continued to torture me with these merciless needles and forceful scalpels. She layed by my side through all of this time, with her cold, pale eyes looking into the nothingness that lay before us. I was lost mentally in a stage of denial, even to this day I am.
I was chosen to be kept alive for further testing, but at this point, I no longer cared. I no longer had a hope for the future, no longer had a faith in any religion. I suffered more and more testing , but for some reason, was kept alive. Early in the next year, Auschwitz was liberated and I finally got to return to a better life. My mother and father were dead, as well as Aubrey, so I had no one. I live each day remembering the camp, my sister, and what could've been. If I could live it all again, I would take the brutality of this camp and place it on my shoulders, just so that she could've had a better life.