The days would blend together, but the only good thing I could ever see out of this whole mess was Yahshua. I would sneak out without Tamah night after night to see him and share his champagne kisses. He knew more about me than any other person I had ever come in contact with. He was my salvation in this whole mess. He would hold me and whisper everything was alright while I cried; he was my rock, my protector. He would tell me would never let anything happen to me, he promised he would keep me safe. It seemed difficult to believe him in such a place that we were in; surrounded by death and murder, always hearing the screams of children getting burned alive and women getting gassed, but surprisingly I trusted him. I felt like I was on the verge of love after spending several weeks with Yahshua, but neither of us had said a thing even relating to that yet. I didn't want to say it first either, that was the boy's job.
Working day after day was beginning to take a toll on everyone in the shed. Tamah had begun to get sick with pneumonia, and all of us began to look like skeletons a biology teacher would use to show how many bones the human body really had. I never knew until now how many bones I had either. I would lie there night after night and count my ribs one by one, always getting twenty four, twelve on each side. I think the only reason I had managed to avoid sickness was because Yahshua had snuck me a long sleeve shirt to wear in the night when the sheds would become chilly.
One of the days of work I can remember quite clearly. Tamah was the sickest I had ever seen her. Her hair lacked luster, she was ghostly pale, and her pretty eyes had dark circles and bags under them; she couldn't even manage a smile she was so weak. We began to plow the fields that morning. I carried Tamah's shovel for her to the field. When I handed it to her she gripped it for a few seconds then it fell to the dirt, making a loud ping. She tried to pick it up but couldn't manage, her body was shutting down. I looked up and glanced in the watch officer's direction, he was beginning to notice Tamah was too weak to work.
"Tamah, pick up the shovel! Please Tamah! At least pretend to be fit for work!" I whispered harshly. She looked up at me slowly; her once sparkly hazel eyes had given up; they were dull and listless. I could tell she couldn't handle being here anymore. "Tamah…No! Don't you dare give up on me Tamah! I need you here with me! PLEASE!" She nodded her head towards Yahshua's shack and managed a smile. I remembered she said earlier not to get too attached to anyone in here. I looked up and saw the officer had two others with him now; they were slowly inching their way over here. My eyes began to fill with little pools of tears. "Pick up the god damn shovel Tamah!" I began to get very frustrated.
"Let me go Ariella. I'll find peace. I'll find my mother and father. I'll find my little sister. Let them take me. It'll be okay…you'll survive. I promise." Tamah whispered.
I began to shovel up some dirt as the officers inched closer and closer towards us. Tamah laid her boney body down and rested her head by my feet until the officers took her. I began to bite my lip, trying desperately not to stop them from taking her. She let them grab under her arms peacefully as they drug her through the dirt to the woods on the edge of the plowing field. I knew they were going to gas her and throw her into a pile with the other people they had murdered. I couldn't believe such a good and kind person could get thrown into a situation like this.