A/N A big thanks to everyone who has read, reviewed, and favorited this story. Shout out to the people that are reading from Serbia and Montenegro! I have absolutely no idea where either of those places are, but they sound pretty awesome!

Okay now on to the story!

Disclaimer: We all know Twilight isn't mine, neither is Bent, or Jasper, or Edward, or anything else that would remotely be amusing.

Warning: Violence and brief mentions of rape, if you're not comfortable with either then please don't continue reading.

I could hear Seth screaming as they, no doubt, beat him. I moved towards the door, but was quickly thrown back against the wall. A man in striped clothing was pressing me back.

"Don't. He had glasses, so he didn't have a chance. You have a chance. At least for now. Don't act like you know him, or you'll get the same treatment." the man said as he released me.

I leaned back, in denial. "This isn't happening. This isn't happening." I repeated over and over.

"I assure you it is." I ignored this remark from the man. The sickening screams and thuds reached an all-time high before ceasing all-together. Time seemed to pause as the door was opened once more.

The previous guard entered and approached me. "Edward?" he asked, in a harsh tone.

"Yes, sir?" I asked back.

"Did you know that man?"

"No, sir!" I replied vehemently. The officer stared me down for a minute before nodding.

"So I suppose it wouldn't bother you to see him in poor conditions." I stared blankly at the officer, waiting for a real question. "Okay, okay. Be difficult. Bring him here." the officer instructed. Two other guards hurriedly carried Seth in. They practically had to hold him up, he couldn't stand on his own.

"Now, do you know him?" the officer asked me again.

"No, sir. I don't know him." The officer struck Seth across the face in response to my answer.

"Do you know him now?"

"No, sir, I don't." I insisted, though it didn't seem to do much good.

"Think carefully." the officer demanded, grabbing Seth between the legs and twisting, hard.

I winced and whimpered, "I don't know him, sir."

"Alright then, stand up." I stood up and looked down at my shoes. They had been a birthday present from Seth last year. I couldn't believe that we were in this situation, or that I had betrayed him in this fashion. "Hit him."

"What, sir?" I couldn't believe my ears. This asshole expected me to hit Seth for absolutely no reason at all.

"I know that you're stupid, but I'm positive that you know how to hit someone." The officer took in the blank look on my face and pulled out his baton. "Like this…" he said, hitting Seth in the stomach. He offered me the baton as Seth coughed up blood. "Unless, of course, you're a queer like he is." I stood there in shock for a second. I knew that the officer was trying to goad me into hitting either Seth or him.

The officer continued talking, before I could respond. "Do you know what this idiot tried to do? He tried to rape a poor girl. I don't even think that she was thirteen; just to prove that he wasn't gay. It's a shame that some men have such low morals." he tsked. And suddenly, it was all too easy to hit Seth with that baton. Over and over again, I hit him across the back as the guards held him.

How could he try to rape a girl? How could he do that in good conscience? And the worst part of this whole situation was that, I actually believed that Seth would try something like that to save himself. I told myself that I was hitting him for the girl, but in reality, I was hitting him to save myself.

Seth stopped moving and the officer took his baton back. The dragged Seth out of the cart, and that was the last time that I ever saw him.

The rest of the ride passed in silence. Not too long later, we arrived at the camp. We were pushed off of the train and onto the dirt road. I quickly found the guy who had warned me on the train, after someone had handed me a yellow star.

"Hey." I said. He looked over as acknowledgement, but didn't say anything. "Where are we?" I asked.

"Dachau detainment camp." he replied, looking me over. I noticed that he had a pink triangle on his arm and inquired about it. "It's for the queers." he told me. "And if I'm correct, you should have one too, not a yellow star."

"I—I didn't want one." I explained.

"You didn't want one?"

"No, I heard that it was the lowest of the low."

He scoffed. "We're all equally low here. It doesn't matter what's on your arm."

"Do you know what's going to happen?"

"Sure I do. I've been through transport before." But he didn't respond further.

"My name's Edward." I told him as we were shuffled into a line.

"Jasper." he shared. We were separated after that. He was ushered into a line of people with pink triangles and I was in a line of people with yellow stars.

I was shoved into a dark room, which looked like it had showers inside. My head was shaved completely, by a man who looked just as unhappy, as I'm sure I did. Then, I was sprayed down with freezing, icy water, and a white powder that smelled like bad feet was thrown upon me. I was handed one of the striped outfits and a matching cap.

I was then pushed into a room and forced to sit on a hard wooden chair while my picture was taken. After that, a guard immediately prodded me with his gun. I was taken to a small quarry that was filled with piles of rocks.

"You are to pick up the rocks from this pile." the guard instructed. "And put them in that pile. When you're done, take them back to where they started. When the bell rings, you are to stand at attention until it rings again. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"I will see if you disobey and I will not hesitate to shoot."

"I understand, sir." And with that my work had started. I carried the rocks back and forth. Back and forth. This repetitive activity continued on for hours, it seemed. I was ready to lose my mind. I did this for three days.

On the third day, a letter arrived from an estranged uncle. It contained money. Instead of being a smart lad and keeping it, I decided to barter with the guards to get Jasper here with me. He seemed nice enough, and I did owe him. This seemed like a safe enough job for him. It had to be safer than whatever he was doing now.

A few hours after I had bartered with the guards and given them all of my money, they came through. Jasper walked down the steps and came to stand beside me.

"He will explain. Don't stop moving, or I will shoot." Jasper nodded and the guard left.

"We have to move the rocks from one pile to another and back." I explained.

"That's it?"

"Yeah."

"All day?"

"Pretty much."

"Then what's the point? Why am I even here?" Jasper questioned.

"They want to drive us mad. But it doesn't really work. I bartered with the guards to get you here." I said proudly.

"You bartered with the guards?" Jasper's voice was incredulous.

"Yes."

"How?"

"My uncle sent me money. I used it to get you here."

"Why the hell would you do that?" he asked, angrily.

"To talk. I wanted to talk to you." I said as we began moving.

"Did it ever occur to you that I don't want to talk to you?" Jasper huffed as he picked up a particularly large rock.

"No."

"Well, I don't. So you move your rocks, and I'll move mine. No talking involved."

"But this job's safer."

"And significantly more boring." he retorted. "Now stop talking to me." We both fell silent and continued to move our rocks back and forth through the quarry. We continued without talking until dusk, when we were ordered back to our barracks.

The barracks were crowded and the fight for the water spigot was atrocious. Jasper and I were in separate barracks, so I didn't get to see him after we went in.

Dinner consisted of sardine scraps and stale water. The barracks already smelled awful, and it had only been three days. I hated to think of how it would smell as time went on. The beds, or should I say wood slats, were dreadfully uncomfortable. We only had hay for warmth and padding. I had never been more grateful for the summer temperatures.

During those three days, I thought about Seth a lot. I missed him, extraordinarily so. I regretted striking him and I had an eerie feeling that he was dead. I tried not to dwell on that because, after all, I was alive.

Though that would probably change. Tuberculosis was spreading like wildfire in the camps. No one had access to medical care, so it just continued to spread, and slowly, people were dying. I was one of the lucky few who were young and able bodied enough to not get the awful infection. I prayed to God that Jasper would be so lucky.

Over all, I just couldn't believe that people were being treated so poorly, just because they were Jews. Though, I couldn't verify that the gays were being treated any differently. The night passed slowly, with a chill settling over the camp. I hated the nighttime.

Not only did the time pass slowly, but I could hear every noise in the camp, it seemed. I heard children crying, and inmates screaming. I heard the coughing of the sick, and the occasional gunfire, that came to be expected.

I had no friends here so I was forced to bunk with complete strangers. I didn't really mind, they seemed nice enough. We never spoke to each other, just shared the bed.

When I had finally fallen asleep, I didn't dream. After all, dreams were supposed to be the happiness in life—and I didn't have much of that left.

Morning came, eventually, with the guards ringing bells that woke everyone up. We were all forced to stand and dress together. Then, we had breakfast. Breakfast was a miserable affair; it consisted of gray mush with chunks in it. It tasted bitter, and many people didn't eat it, but I did. I knew, even then, that I needed my strength.

After breakfast, we were all permitted a short bathroom break. The bathroom consisted of urinals crammed together and a wide, circular sink. The cleanliness here had deteriorated as well.

Then it was my favorite time of the day—work. I was marched down to the quarry, where my rocks awaited me. Jasper was already there, but he didn't acknowledge me. He was probably still mad at me for getting him stuck in this dreadful job.

Though we didn't talk, I still got to watch him. And watch him I did. We were permitted to take our shirts off, and Jasper had a glorious back. I gave Jasper's back more attention during the day than anything else. Perhaps, if we had met back home, we could have been lovers.

I was lost in my musings until the bell rung for a rest period. Jasper and I were stuck standing, nearly touching.

"The weather's good today." I looked over at Jasper in surprise. He hadn't said a word to me all day. Why start talking now?

"I suppose so." I replied. It wasn't too hot and it wasn't too cold, so I guess it was good. "Why are you talking to me now?"

"Everyone talks about the weather." was his answer. It made sense. There was no reason not to talk about the weather. We could talk about whatever he wanted to talk about. After all, he was terribly unhappy about being here.

"Yeah, I guess they do." We remained silent for the remainder of our time. The bell rang again and off we went. Moving the rocks back and forth.

"Why did you do that to your friend?" Jasper asked after a little while.

"Do what?" I questioned.

"Beat him." I looked up from my rocks in shock.

"I had to! I didn't want to, but they would have known that I was with him if I hadn't. Besides, he tried to rape a little girl to prove himself, that's not okay." Jasper paused for a minute before nodding.

"I can understand that. I did tell you that it was every man for himself, but why would it be so awful to be associated with him?"

"I didn't want to be known as gay. I didn't want the pink star." I hung my head in shame.

Jasper's voice was biting when he responded. "You should have a pink star. You should be in my barracks with the rest of us. Not off pretending that you're Jewish."

"I don't need the pink star." I replied harshly.

"You should be proud of who you are, not hiding behind something you don't even believe in."

I shook my head vehemently. "Not everyone needs to know."

"You're right, but it's people like you that give gays a bad name."

I stared at Jasper in shock while he continued moving. "I can't believe you would say that." I said in disbelief. I knew that what he said was the truth but it still hurt to hear.

Jasper didn't respond, he just kept moving his rocks. We didn't talk for the remainder of that day. I spent the rest of the day pouting; I don't know what Jasper did. When we were taken back to our separate barracks, we didn't even acknowledge each other.

I cried myself to sleep that night. I couldn't fathom that I had alienated myself from my only possible friend.

A/N Congrats if you made it to the bottom. So, if anyone has seen the movie Bent then you know that the ending is far from happy. However, I'm considering rewriting the ending. If you have seen the movie, let me know what you think I should do here.

Please review! They motivate me into writing a little bit faster. Also, over 100 people have read this story, so thanks for that, but I would really appreciate it if, like 50 of you reviewed.

That is all for now, I will see you lovelies next Friday. (probably)

Dawn :)