Prisoner of Hope
By: Midnight'ssong22
Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh
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Chapter 1: Lives not worth living
Yami POV
To get this straight early on: I'm a Jew. I was born into the religion and I've been stuck with it for all 16 years of my life. It is the reason for the hell I'm living.
Now, don't get me wrong. I believe in God and all that but I also believe he's given up on us Jews.
Why, you ask? Just take a look at my life.
I was born into a nice, loving family. My parents were good, honest living Jews that taught me the ways of the Lord. I was happy. I had a lot of friends and I had grown up to be a smart, handsome 13-year-old boy.
But then everything changed.
You see, I had heard rumors of the Nazis before, but I had never thought they'd come for our little village. But of course, we had always been a target.
Everyone was taken away. The elders, the adults, even the children. We were all sent to a small concentration camp in Germany called Gundelsheim.
Everything was taken from us. Our homes, our possessions, our pride.
My parents told me, "At least we still have each other." But even that was gone when they both died of sickness 2 weeks after my 14th birthday.
I've been trying to survive ever since.
The conditions here are awful. They give us only enough food to survive. Usually some stale bread or a disgusting soup. We are forced to work every day and sickness and famine runs throughout the camp.
Children are usually taken and killed or used for labor until they die. Only a few actually survive until my age.
The warden is a cruel man, sending prisoners for executions if we even dare to look him in the eye.
It's almost ironic though. The warden is so small and old in stature that we could probably take him down easily. It's his little or should I say big friends with guns that keep us from accomplishing that goal.
And all this is just a simple taste of the hell I've lived so far. There is a lot more I could say, but you probably get the point.
My name is Atem. I'm a prisoner of the Nazis and have been living in a concentration camp for three years now. Some would call my survival for so long, a miracle, but I call it an unfortunate development.
After so much torture over the years, it's hard to find a reason worth living for.
Sometimes I wonder if there is any hope at all.
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Yugi POV
I hate hospitals.
You'd think after spending years of treatment in one, you'd come to grow familiar with the bare white rooms and sterile halls. The doctors with masks that cover half their faces and long white coats. The dozens of medical equipment and the semi edible food. Some might even come to enjoy the presence of the nurses with sympathetic smiles on their faces and the constant words of false encouragement.
I've never grown used to it, even though I've spent the past three years in one.
Ever since I turned 13, everything's changed.
About a month after my 13th birthday party, I had been running around with my friends when suddenly I felt as though I couldn't breathe. I passed out and when I was taken to the hospital, the doctor said my lungs were very weak and that I had to be more careful.
By the time I turned 14, I had had over 15 more attacks and I was in and out of the hospital a lot.
It was when I turned 15 that I was finally admitted to the hospital for good. The doctors said they wanted to always keep an eye on me and make sure I wouldn't overwork myself.
My grandfather was very upset with this development, saying he wanted me home. But the doctors insisted, saying my condition could worsen if I didn't have constant treatment.
Grandfather finally agreed, saying he'd always come visit me after his work at the concentration camp.
He used to say that I'd take over for him as warden at Gundelsheim, but ever since I was admitted into the hospital he's given up on that hope. I guess that's the only good thing that came out of this. I never wanted to work at the concentration camp. It sickens me at how they are treated there.
My father would of originally taken over the job but he died before I was born. My mother died when I turned three years old. My grandfather Solomon is all I have left. He's very precious to me. No matter what horrible things he does in that compound, he's always there for me and he never shows his dark side around me.
Without him, my life would be pointless.
I've long since given up on a normal life. I'm not allowed to do anything and I'm bored all the time. I get sick really easily and it's been a long time since I've been able to go outside and enjoy the sun.
My name is Yugi. I'm a 16 year old boy who has been struck with an unknown illness that threatens to take my life sometime in the future. I have no friends and I am forced to live in this horrible place of sickness and death, called a hospital.
Sometimes I wonder if this life is worth living.
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A/N: As it said in the summary, very angsty beginning but this is before Yami and Yugi have met so please don't hate it until you read some more. :) Also, this is based on the songs Prisoner and Paper Planes by the vocaloids Rin and Len Kagamine. Both are very good songs that I recommend watching. (But you don't have to, to read my story)
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