The Thin Line Between Life and Death

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Historical Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
In this story a young girl is forced into a concentration camp. She is completely unaware of what the Nazis are and even to whom Hitler is. This is a sad yet true story that i highly recommend you read. It brings out the Jew's feelings during the WWII.

This was very hard for me to write...seeing that that Holocaust is a very sad thing, and after i wrote it i was shaking for the rest of the night. I did a play about the Holocaust once and it inspired me.

Submitted: September 09, 2009

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I fell to the ground, a whimper escaping my throat, as they shoved me to the ground.

“Get in!” they yelled. Tears threatened to escape as I scrambled up and ran towards the train. One of them got in my way and grabbed my wrist. He turned it over forcefully making me yelp in pain. He twisted me around by my arm and threw me into the train. That’s when I saw them, all the others that were in the same trouble as I.

I leaned against the wall and slid down it slowly. Hugging my knees I let my tears fall and soon I couldn’t stop sobbing. My ears rang from the toddler that was crying continuously in its mother’s arms. She whispered to it, “Hush honey, we will be alright…” her voice was warm, but the smile she gave didn’t reach her eyes.

The child looked up and sobbed, “I’m thirsty…” Her mother looked around and spotted one of them. She walked over holding her baby tightly to her chest.

“Sir, can you spare a minute? My baby, she’s thirsty, can she perhaps have a drink of water?” I stared at her along with the man. How did she have the nerve to ask them for anything?

He laughed, “I’ll tell you what, you get her to stop crying, I’ll give her some water!”

She looked down at the child and began to whisper words of encouragement. She rocked and sang and did all she could to quiet the toddler, but all it did was make her cry louder.

The man had an impatient look on his face, and started to yell at her, “Shut that damn thing up!”

The woman should have given up, but her baby was thirsty. She tried harder and harder until a large masculine hand grabbed the toddler. “This will shut you up!” He slammed the door of the train open, and then he threw her out. He threw the baby out of the train! I almost stood up from shock as the mother jumped after her baby.

The man caught her by the dress and easily pulled her back in. I stared in horror. He threw the baby off the train and we were going at least 100 miles an hour. My mind was swirling with images of what had just happened. The woman’s wails and protests filled the air.

She ran at the man her arms swinging wildly and punched him repeatedly in the chest until he slammed her against the wall of the train. There was a loud crack as he pulled her arm behind her back and her scream erupted. My hands were shaking as I held the necklace my mother had given me.

Tears were falling uncontrollably down my cheeks. I silently sobbed afraid if I made a noise I’d be cast out of the train as well. The woman screamed as he let go of her arm and it limply hit the wall. She was throwing cuss words at the man in Jewish from here to there.

All the mothers and adults covered the young children’s ears. I thought of how that they couldn’t get any worse off from when they saw the child thrown from the train. My mind was still vividly thinking of that moment.

A man stood and walked over to the woman who’d lost her child. “Come, do not upset him anymore than he is, or else you could lose your life…” She tried to protest but the man gently pulled her to sit. When she did she submerged to the tears and rested her head on his shoulder.

“She’s gone…my baby is gone…”

The man patted her on the shoulder and gently tried to comfort her. If I was her I would have punched him. I would have told him, “How would you like it if you lost your daughter!?” but then again, I am only twelve.

The train stopped suddenly and we all groaned in protest. The man who threw the child, slammed open the doors again. There were bob wire fences and men dressed like him everywhere. All over the place were people in the fields or hauling equipment.

I gulped and backed away, until I was shoved off the train. Another man was grinning and laughing as he led me into a building. He shoved the door open and threw me in. Others followed and soon the room was packed with bodies.

It was getting hard to breathe until one of the men yelled, “Clothes off!!” I looked around to see other people already pulling their pants down. Without another thought I ripped off my shirt and stripped until nothing was on me, except for my socks.

None of the men noticed this though. They herded us into another room where shower heads were.

I smiled, oh it’s just a shower, I thought they were going to sexually assault us or something…

They slammed the door shut and locked it. I walked to my individual shower and turned the knob. Nothing came out. I looked at the other confused people and suddenly the room filled with a purple miasma. My eyes widened and I grabbed my sock.

I held it to my nose as other people fell and coughed and before long…died. I felt my own head growing cloudy. The boy next to me fell, his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he coughed loudly, then his body went limp and he let out the last of his breath.

I screamed, and quickly ran to the door. I tried to open it with all my strength. I was the only one still standing. Everyone else was dead or dying. My eye sight became blurry and my eyes were stinging off the chain! I took one more try for the door until it opened. I fell out of it, just when my sock fell out of my hands and into the piles of bodies.

The men stared at my shaking body. “She survived!” he yelled to another.

“Report this to Hitler! I think this might interest him…”

The men picked me up and threw me on a bench. “Put some clothes on girl!”

I grabbed the nearest clothes and put them on shakily. I looked back at the door and thought of that boy…they pushed me back out into the day and led me to the field. I was too weak to work though. My body was still shaking uncontrollably and my mind was foggy.

Hitler…who is he? What am I doing here? Where’s my mother? Why are these men trying to kill me?

They turned sharply just as we were about to step on the fields and opened a door. I followed them in where I saw a furnace and metal plates with numbers on them. The old man holding one of the plates looked at me then at a paper. He picked up the number 8 and stuck it in the furnace.

The men that lead me in here twisted my wrist to face upwards. The old man then pressed the plate to my skin. I screamed and cried; the hot sensation was too much. It was taking more and more layers of skin, as the man pushed harder.

“WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS!!!!!??????” I screamed at him.

The men then started to laugh, “Because you are a filthy Jew that needs to learn her place in the world.”

The man repeated the treatment of the plates at least 6 times.

Later that night I sat on my bunk and pulled my sleeve up to look at my number now burned into my skin.

1697802.

A man busted in the bunk and Jews all around me popped their heads up from their slumber to see who their intruder was. They all got a terrified look as they starred at the man.

The man on the bunk next to me whispered, “It’s Hitler…”

Hitler grabbed me and pulled me out as the other Jews gasped in horror. He dragged me out to his truck and threw me into the back. Soon I was once again on the road and to another unknown place.

I closed my eyes and let the guards guide to Hitler’s house, and before I knew it they had bound me to a table and left me there.

Hitler walked in with a grin on his face and a scalpel in his hand. My eyes went wide and I knew my death was inevitable. He slowly pushed the scalpel to my skin and pulled it down. Blood poured from my wound as did a scream.

He came up to my face after completely opening my stomach. He pushed the scalpel against my cheek and carved a smile out of them. When I went to scream I could feel the air rushing in from the wounds.

He went to my arm and turned around, I smiled. He’s done…thank goodness—

My arm went into complete and utter pain. The bone snapped and the skin ripped. Blood splattered Hitler’s face as I yanked my body upwards and screamed at the top of my lungs. Tears were flowing out of my eyes and that only succeeded into pulsing more blood from my now severed arm.

Hitler laughed at my pain and I sobbed to him, “Why would you do this?!” My arm was throbbing and I tried again for my escape. He came back at me with that dammed scalpel of his and I tried to pull away.

I began to squirm from his grasp, but to no avail. He came at me again and again with that damn thing. My screams seemed to reach no one. It was as if i was on my own. I heard one of the guards laughing outside the room.

Hitler leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Good bye, kleines Mädchen ..." I had enough since to know what that meant. I screamed again, my raw throat throbbing. Good bye, Little girl...it rang in my mind. I couldn't die...not now!Not like this!I screamed and cried out for my mother, but no one came to save me. No one cared. The scapel came down one more time before all time stopped. I whispered a prayer in jewish and let my body go limp. Hitler began to laugh as my eyes faded of color. My breathing stopped and i accended my way to heaven. Finally free of the torment that i ws forced to undergo. Andfor the first time in my life -- Ifelt free....


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