Hey guys. I read a book called "The Boy Who Dared" by Susan Campbell Bartoletti. It's a true story about a boy who spoke his mind during WW2 and ended up at a concentration camp. I know it's terrible to say this, but it gave me inspiration to write this fanfiction. .

I hope you guys enjoy it? .

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Its Day 218. I sit up in my cell and I let my eyes adjust to the light. I scratch at my untamed, silver hair and get up off of my cot. As I stretch I glance at my arms. They are defiantly thinner than when I arrived at Sachsenhausen.

The small latched door in my cell slides open and I'm greeted by a small amount of water and stale bread. I take the food and gratefully eat it.

Being in a concentration camp, I've learned to be thankful for what I have. I have food, I'm alive, ...That's about it.

As I nibble at the bread, my thoughts wander to when I was a child.

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I sat at the table with Vati and my little brother, Ludwig. My brother was only two years old at the time, I was six. In fact, it was my birthday.

My brother was a very picky eater as a child. Vati almost had to shove food down his throat just to get him to eat.

"Vati?" I said, taking another bite of my breakfast.

"Gilbert. Don't talk with your mouth full." He said as he finally got my brother to swallow his food.

"What are we doing for my birthday?"

He sighed. Money had been tight lately. "Probably not too much."

After breakfast Vati walked me to school. Soldiers glanced our way as we passed. This made Vati nervous but I didn't understand why.

I sat at my desk as my friends Mathais and Elizabeta approached me.

"Herzlichen Glückwunsch zum Geburtstag, Schneeflocke!" Mathais said. I laughed. Scheeflocke, or snowflake, was the nickname Mathais gave me on our first day of school because of my hair.

The teacher came in and we began our studies for the day.

After school, I walked home with Elizabeta. We lived in the same apartment building.

Saying goodbye to me, Elizabeta disappeared behind the door to her home on the first floor. I climbed another flight of stairs to get to my own home. Walking through the door, I was greeted by Vati sitting on the floor with Ludwig.

I joined my family as Vati pulled out a small box. "Happy birthday, my son."

I opened the box to see a gold necklace with the Star of David on it. I smiled. "Danke, Vati!"

He unclasped the necklace and put it around my neck.

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I sit on my cot and think about my necklace. I wonder where it has gone.

Footsteps echo down the hall. I freeze and quietly pray. Dear God. Please don't let it be me.

The steps go past the door to my cell. I count tem more paces before they stop. I hear the sliding of a door.

"Oh Gott! Nein! Bitte!" a voice wails.

I hear someone throw a punch, most likely the guard. "Halt die Klappe." Another voice says.

The wailing stops, but a thump is heard. Then dragging, the slam of the door, more dragging.

The dragging sound goes past my door.

Lord help me. Help all of us.

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Translations:
Vati - Dad

Herzlichen Glückwunsch zum Geburtstag, Schneeflocke! - Congratulations on your birthday, Snowflake!

Danke, Vati! - Thank you, Dad!

Oh Gott! Nein! Bitte! - Oh God! No! Please!

Halt die Klappe. - Shut up.

And to clear things up before I get questions:
Sachsenhausen was a concentration camp in Germany.

And yes, Mathais and Elizabeta are Denmark and Hungary. But I guess in this fanfiction they are neither Danish nor Hungarian. I guess they're German. o.0 *just now realizing this*

Usually I don't write this kind of stuff. I just have some ideas for this because of that book. And I know that Gil is very OOC. Not sure how you can be an awesome asshole in the time of Nazi Germany.

I'm also not sure how often I'm going to update this. Depends on how many little ideas pop into my head.