Gilbert woke up early in morning just as everyone else did. 4 a.m. to be exact. Mornings were something Gilbert dreaded. Every morning came with the death of many of the people around him. The nazi general made them all line up in one straight line. Every time he saw innocent people being burned or gassed, and it made his feel horrible that he couldn't do anything.

The first people the general chose always happened to be old people or people that weren't capable of doing any work. Next went the sick people or people that were too young to even know what was happening.

Gilbert was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard the screams of a little girl that was about 4 or 5. She was being taken away from her mother to be gassed. Gilbert always hated this.

"Mommy! Don't let them kill! I'm sowwy for being bad and not wistening when you told me to! I don't want to die!"

The little girl begged for her life. He wanted so badly to do something, but he and the girl would be killed if he did. Suddenly, the little girl ran away from the general and hid behind Gilbert. She begged him to not let them kill her.

The general walked up to Gilbert and told him to hand over the girl. Gilbert looked at the guard and tried to reason with him.

"I-if you let her live, I'll do my share of work and her share of work." Damn his stuttering. Awesome people don't stutter.

"You better do the work. If you don't, I'll kill you, the girl, her mom, and that Spanish guy over there," the guard pointed to Antonio.

"Yes, Allgemeine Beilschmidt ."

Gilbert held the girl close until the deputy left with the other victims that were about to die. As soon as he left, the girl said," Thank you for saving me, mister. I'm sowwy that you have to do more work because of me." The girl looked like she was about to cry. She hugged Gilbert's stomach and sniffled.

"It's okay. I didn't mind. You got to stay alive and that's all that matters."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. You should go back to your mom now. I'm pretty sure she's worried." She thanked Gilbert one more time before running off to see her mom. The mom mouthed a thank you to Gilbert before she lifted her daughter and hugged her as they both cried.

Seeing them reminded Gilbert of his mom. His mom was a beautiful woman. She had long blonde hair that went to her lower back. She had shiny blue eyes that were always happy and full of life.

The only time he saw those blue eyes become sad is when the nazis showed up at his house to take him away. He was albino, so it was basically impossible for them to tell if he was aryan or not. They took him either way.

"Gilbert, are you okay? You looked like you were about to cry."

"Nah, it's just my eyes watering from all the dust in here. Awesome people don't cry! Let's go. They're lining up for breakfast."

They got in line with their tin bowls in hand. The guy serving the food thought it would be nice to bump Gilbert. The soup spilled everywhere. He had nothing to eat until lunch, and he might get in trouble for spilling it. He quickly bent over to get it up with his shirt. All he had left was his little piece of stale bread.

He ate it quickly and went out to work. He had 2 extra hours of work to do now, but it was worth it. He dug the shovel into the ground and dug as deep as he could. He knew that these trenches would soon hold the bodies of the dead. He was basically digging his own grave.

When the others finished their time, they got to go and eat lunch. He had to finish the last two hours. When he finished he went and sat next to Antonio. This was usually the time they would sneak into the back and talk to the blue eyed boy, but today wasn't one of the days he came.

Antonio and Gilbert worked the rest of the like before they eventually got a break. They lined up for evening roll call, then received dinner. He was able to dodge the guy that was trying to bump into him. Why did that guy have it out for him?

Gilbert and Antonio shared a bunk with three other people. Each one of them took watch at night to make sure a guard didn't try to kill one of them in their sleep. This night it was the old guy's turn to take watch. For once, Gilbert could sleep peacefully knowing that he kept that little girl from being killed.


Before you kill me, I have legit reasons of why I did not update. I had finals last week, so I didn't update last Saturday. It's Christmas week, so my parents would not let me stay in my room for more than 5 minutes. I already have the story plot written out, but its really hard actually writing the chapter. I also had to do editing. Iplan to have the next chapter out by Friday.