The year is 1940 in Germany. We are on a Wagon on the way to a Concentration camp. There are many people, all families, except for three people. Two pale, brunette and blonde boys, and one scared, lonely brown-haired girl who got seperated from her family by the Nazi's. The two boys with excedingly good looks took special attention to this girl, staring intently at her with their black eyes. They occasionally wisper to each other. She is Annora. The blonde is Axel, and the brunette one is called Truman.
Annora POV
It's cold. I'm shivering in what very little clothes I have on. The Nazi's are so cruel to us, they treat us like animals. This facade won't fool the others for long, I hope. They're all under the horrible spell. I know, they did it to me. They raided my home, killed my youngest brother; Emmett. They stole the rest of my family away from me. Now, I'm stuck on this horrible train leading to death. There are others on the train, alone. At least, that's what it appears. There are two boys across the small space. Their wispers frighten me, as they haven't taken their eyes off me since the journey started, as far as I can tell.
My stomach growls in an ache for food. That's what I haven't been given in 3 days, or what my mind feels is an eternity. the snow falling in from the roof will not suffice as soup and water forever. No matter what the Nazi's say, we are not animals, and we are not disposable.
I just looked over to the two boys again, and I notice while the others are thin, starving, and shaking, they are strangly the same as when they got here, looking well fed, in good shape, with the exception of their eyes, which have bruises under them. They also don't seem tired in the slightest.
The train comes to an abrubt stop, and moments later, we hear a gun knock against the door menicingly, though no one knows why, it's not like we are gonna go get the door. The Nazi opens the door and counts heads.
"Don't move from where you sit, unless you wish to be shot! Anyone injured may go to the hospital train. The others, you will stay seated for someone to come get you." He walked away after his sharp commands. No one moved to go to the hospital. We know we would be killed if we were sick. The two boys didn't even flinch as the doors slammed shut once more, their eyes constantly fixated on me.
Soon, someone reopened the door and led us to a baren, sandy, harsh camp. There were buildings, and prisoners. There was a fense seperating the camp, one for boys, and one for girls, I assumed. I silently followed the parade of wailing girls, as they seperated from their loved ones. They should've heard my crys, witnessed my wails for my family, then they wouldn't cry for their own lucky fate.
We were led into a building practically empty of anything, except bunks, and some people, clad in black and white prisoner jumpsuits. I knew instantly we would soon look like them, skeletons trapped in our own skin. I spit on the snow-covered ground in disgust.
The ones in charge told us to strip to our bare skin and head to a room, where they brutally chopped off our locks with a knife. We were given prison clothes like the rest, and our normal clothes were taken, and raided by the Nazi soldiers for any valuables. Even from the begining, life here seemed bleak. No, not life. Imprisonment was a better word. And bleak was an understatement. I wished I had just died on the train ride here, so as not to slowly die, as I was now. I could feel it inside of me, death. It was already trying to take me. Slow, that was it's plan. It planned to slowly take me for its own, only affecting a small part of me at a time. Dragging it out, so that when I was finished, I wouldn't be suprised, because I would be begging for it, to end the pain, which I knew was only possible through death.
Coming to this conclusion, I searched around for any weapon, anything deadly. I wanted it to be fast and sure, so that I wouldn't just injure myself, and make things harder. I saw around me wood. Lots and lots of wood. Unfortunately not enough to kill myself, just injure me. I'd have one hell of a headache when I woke up, not helping one bit. I ran my fingers through my short, rough hair. Tears started to roll down my cheeks as the real reality hit me.. I won't make it out of here with anything if I do. They will torture me, and break me. I had no doubt that they would.