Fire Bullets

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Historical Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
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Submitted: August 28, 2012

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Submitted: August 28, 2012



I have no idea where is my family is. We got picked up by Hitler's people. We got shoved in a cattle cart with some other people. You could smell the fear coming from the cart. I watched kids cry to their mothers and fathers. I watched the elderly people silently pray for something good. I watched the parents comfort their children. And I watched myself shake uncontrollably as I fear sweep over my mind. Horrible things crossed my mind. I started to silently weep as images started to show up in my head.

"Betty, it is going to be alright." My mother told me. She pulled me into her body.

"I'm just scared of what is going to happen. I don't want to die." I told her as I stare into her stunning hazel eyes.

My mother pulled off her necklace and put it around me. "With this necklace you should never be hurt." She leaned in and gave me a gentle kiss on my forehead. "Try and get some sleep, Betty."

I did what I was told and closed my eyes and fell asleep.


I woke up to a large German man yelling "GET UP! GET UP, YOU JEW!" As I was getting up he spit on me. Why was this man spitting on me for no reason.

"Come, Betty." My mother took my hand and lead me to our camp.

As my mother and I walked through the camp I saw people in grey jumpsuits. Working in the hot sun. Some were really tan and some were really red. Some were healthy looking and some were unhealthy looking. They were so unhealthy looking that you could see their ribs through the jumpsuit.

"Put this on." Another German man told my mother and I. We both stripped our clothes off in front of him and put on these gross jumpsuits.


I made a new friend while in the camp. His name is Joe. He is a Jew too. We would try and hang out but in here, there is no happiness here. We would only people watch. We could only watch people die from the sun, dehydration, or starvation. It was horrible but we had nothing else to do.

In the first week of being at the camp I lost fifteen pounds. I started to look like the other women in the camp that are dying of malnutrition. Joe was trying to get the knots out of my hair and my hair fell out in clumps.

"Oops." He told me.

I looked down and saw my beautiful chocolate brown hair on the ground. I could feel tears coming. I just let them fall from my face. "It isn't your fault. It is happening because I am not getting hardly any food."


I haven't seen Joe in a week. He hasn't come back from the showers. A German man told him he had to get a shower. I just throwing rocks by myself. I just can't stop thinking about him. What could of happened to Joe? Days would pass and he would not return. Then I started to think maybe he left the camp. Good for Joe! Now I just have to wait for my or my mom's turn.

Two weeks later it was my mom's turn to get sent to the showers. I was happy that she was going to get out of this hell hole. That she could maybe help me escape this place.

"Betty, listen. I love you. You were the best daughter I could of had. You are sweet and kind. Whatever you do with your life, be proud."

My mother's words confused me. But I didn't think much about it. Everything is going to be alright because my mother was getting out of this camp. I watched her the next morning get taken away. I waved at her and blew her a kiss. She did the same. After that I never saw my mother again.


A month has passed since my mother's escape. I lost my necklace. I start to look for it and a German told me to get ready for a showers. I am getting out of here. I did it. I survived! I felt like the happiest girl in the world. I started to imagine life again outside the camp. The beautiful trees, the smell of cut grass, the butterflies landing on my nose. I can't wait for the outside world.

By ten o'clock the German grabs me and sents me to a cell type bathroom with weird shaped shower heads. It really didn't bother me because I am getting out of here! They counted to ten before they turned the showers on. I was standing naked to a whole bunch of males and females. All waiting for the same thing. The showers started to turn on and it was not water. Fire was hitting my skin. All of us in the room scream in pain as fire bullets come out of the shower head. Drop by drop, inch by inch, I was getting closer to death. Now I know why Joe never came back.

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