Her horrible screams filled the night, chilling the air and sending sorrow through the hearts around her. She knelt down amongst the mud and clutched her dead child's clothes to her chest. The rain pelt down more and more and the mothers screams became filled with more heart ache and pain with every drop. She was sprawled on the ground shaking uncontrollably as her world crashed around her. The mothers heart shattered and her soul crumbled for her child, as she howled heart rending screams of pain into the night. All she wanted was her child, and now he was gone and it was all her fault. She should have left months ago, she shouldn't have even come here in the start. But none of that mattered anymore, all that mattered was that she was never going to see her beautiful child again and her heart was shattering past the point of repair.
He stood there, looking at the gas chamber with pain spreading through his veins. All though his son might not have been in there when they set it off, some how he knew in his heart that it was to late. His foolishness, his carelessness, had done this. If he hadn't taken up the stupid job his son would be at home, safe and he would have a wife that loved him instead of one who despised the very essence of him. His son was dead, Bruno, the child that had dared to question his life around him. He was gone. He could hear his wife's screams not far away and they shot through his heart like ice. He turned to see his wife and daughter sprawled on the ground like peasants, forgetting who they were and what they stood for. They were crying and screaming and dying inside all at the same time. What had he done?
She looked at her mother and her heart broke. She was screaming so much, so painfully that it made her feel numb. She couldn't move, couldn't think anything except that Bruno was gone, dead to this world. Her baby brother whom she loved was dead and there was nothing she could do. Her mothers screams filled the night and she swore she could almost hear her heart breaking along with her own. She tried to soothe her pain hugging her mother but she was to distraught to notice. While she hugged her mother, she could feel her breaking inside. He was her son and he was gone. This was all his fault, her fathers. She had known for weeks now that her mother didn't as so much sleep in the same bed with him anymore because she despised what he did. And now, she did too.
Standing there naked in a room full of jews was awkward for him. He clutched onto Schmaul's hand with all his life and stared into his dark, dark eyes. Schmaul knew what was going on, and from the looks in his eyes, it wasn't a shower. Bruno started to tremble. He wished his mother was here, to hold him tight, to tell him that everything was going to be ok. But then he remembered his mother didn't even know where he was or so much as what he was doing. So he stared into Schmaul's depthless eyes as an odd smell filled the room. The next thing he knew, everyone around him had erupted into screams of panic and fright. He looked at Schmaul strong and hard as the room filled with flame and the rooms panic and scream level up-ed with fright. A blistering pain coursed though his body as he slowly burnt to his death.
