Disclaimer: Nothing but Mela and the plot idea belong to me. They all belong to J.K. Rowling.
Quick note: Because of the reviews I have gotten I'm posting the rest of the story. If you flame me you will be made fun of in the next chapter. You have been warned. I've gotten some reviews that I will talk about, but I'm not at home, so I'll post that later.
To Love a Nazi
Chapter 3- What is to live?
Mela's P.O.V-
Harry and I were taken from each other, I don't know how long ago. It seems like years. Every day has become a century and every minute of that day is a year, then every second seems like an hour. In this camp I feel like time has slowed down. Every where else in the world it is going by so fast, but here it wants to play a game. No matter how old you where when you came in, you are know 10 times that age. But where I am the time goes even more slowly.
I'm in the worst of places. Every night the Nazis come in to the place they live. It is so much nicer than anything else here. They have us, the most beautiful young girls come out and strip in front of them. I feel so dirty when this happens. My body has always been mine, but now it is just something to laugh at. Their hands are so dirty when they touch me. They touch me in places that only my husband should ever be allowed to touch. What I am I to them? Some whore to be fucked until she lies on the ground wanting only sleep and to die? Then they start the pain all over again. I learned to ignore the pain after the first night. It doesn't help anything, only makes things worse. In the place I was in one never wanted things to get worse, only better.
The women who had been there before us were taken out. Later I was told that they were killed and that would happen to me if I didn't work with them. I think that I should have died, but I remembered my dream. I'm glad that Harry and I had that last conversation before we were taken here. I helps me to live every day. Dreams in this place are frightened out. No one dreams any more. What energy that is wasted on dreams could be used for living another day.
Will I live to see Harry again? I want to see him so much. I'm so afraid that I will never live to see him happy again. He needs to be happy. After everything life has given him to deal with he needs to see how wonderful life can be.
I don't know if I'm living or dreaming anymore. I can't remember how to live. Even if I was set free I don't know if I could live. What is life? It couldn't be the pain of today, but then it couldn't be the wish of tomorrow. I just want to... I don't know. I haven't known what I wanted ever since I came here. Does it really matter? ************************************************************************ Yes I know that it is short. I had to write about just one of the main people because I didn't know what to write if I wrote about both Harry and Mela.
