Hi! This is my first story on fanfiction! :D It's pretty terrible, though. Half-assed story is half-assed. O_o'
Beyond the Wire
Hopeless. That was the single term I used to express the pure depression of it all. It was in the year 1935 when my current hell started. I live in confinement at a German concentration camp. It's an inhumane prison. This is the only place that you are completely surrounded and yet still totally a lone. Worked to the bone without a wink of sleep. There's constants shouts of pain, and begs for mercy, yet you can't hear anything at all. Mindless being that have been overworked with their consciences pushed to the furthest corner of their heads, breathe their last breaths only to be replaced with another. Some of us will never see beyond the fence. It's no longer a shock to speak with someone only to see lifeless eyes the next day.
Death. Death is everywhere. Blood, bodies, even some remains of cannibalism stain the floor. It's approximately 7:00 in the morning so the guards have yet to pick up the dead and drop off the new. It's horrible what they do with the dead. They open a big hole in the ground and fit as many bodies in as posible. No privacy or respect is given. I don't want to be thrown away and forgotten like the rest. I want something to be accomplish before I die and proudly say that I did enough before my death. I don't fear death. I fear what I do before it.
Hunger. Hunger is an unimaginable gnawing that haunts everyone here to a mad and insane state. I've lived this life of constant starvation for so long I don't even count the days anymore. Even the strongest spirits are torn down with no fight left by hunger alone. I try to stay optimistic. At least it's not an extermination camp where death is guaranteed. Maybe I still have a chance…
Stamina. Even with my dreams and wishes of how I want to live, sometimes it just seems so easy to give up. To give in and be forgotten isn't what I want but it's what I fear I'm coming to. I feel like crying all the time but it seems like there's nothing left for me to cry. I want to run away but I'm so exhausted I can't move. I want to hide but I'm stuck in the open. Crying, running, hiding… I've done it all. I could take the easiest path and delete my existence or walk down the hardest path to grasp another day. But I know the secret about the fork in the road. To choose the easy way out is purely based on greed, while the hard path is showing consideration for the rest of the world. I chose the hardest path. Not for myself, but for someone else.
Kaoru. That's who I am and no one can change that. I decided to take a break. Quietly I snuck away and took a walk. While one of the guards left their position they left a small brown paper bag. I came close and delicately reached out and swiped the bag. Scavenger. That's me. I've always been a fighter and I surely won't leave this world that easily. I quietly took out a sub sandwich, two apples and a half full bottle of water. I took five bites of the sandwich, one-third of one apple and two-thirds of the water. I pushed my black hair out of my eyes and swiftly yet quietly ran to some of the other slaves. Each took a sip of water, a bit of the sandwich and tiny bits of the apples. They spoke something to me in another language that might have been thank you. I was originally from Hong Kong so there was a language barrier. But even so, these people were still human and still got hungry. In the end, though, I know I can't feed them all but I'll always try. Worth. I always carry the burden of helping the helpless. I know it's utterly pointless but if I'm going to die I want to do all I can to make it count to others. Even if it's just to save one single person then it's all been worth it. To see just one person smile… if every breath held meaning… every step representing someone else's chance to live… then maybe my life won't go to waste…
