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Spiritual Death
"GET OUT!" I screamed.
"I'm afraid I can't do that."
"Wh....what's that?" I asked, referring to the portable laser beam he was carrying.
"This? Well, Sydney, I'll be honest. It's a time machine. I intend to use it on you."
"Me? Why me?"
"Because. If I can manage to get you into the past, I can destroy you."
"Me?"
"You tried to escape, Sydney." Then, it started. Bang. The laser hit a table. Bang. Chair. Zap.
It did not hit a table, nor a chair that time. It hit........me. I felt odd, as if I were being rushed through a sky of falling ice crystals, then scorching hot lava, and I heard voices. Voices. What I could make out was barely audible: "In spite of everything, I still believe that people are really good at heart." "There is no hope for us." "I wish so hard for a day to come, Lise, where we can dance and forget about the war...to dance..."
What is going on? The voices became rushed, as if they were put on fast-forward. Then, the portal I was in, which had previously had an eerie bluish tint to it, glowed orange. I heard the loud shots of a rifle, pained screams, then cries of anguish. "Augustine..." "Lies..." "Helen..." I was dazed and confused. What was going on? I was lost. Lost in an endless sea of screams. The dizziness continued. I felt sharp pangs of sorrow and an eerie sense of death hung about in the air as the pangs shifted to nothingness. I literally felt nothing.
I crash-landed on a hard cobblestone street. Cobblestone? That couldn't have been right. No. Where was I? No. That's not right. More like "when" was I. What was going on?
August 31st, 1943
Two days after the time machine incident. Just now found out where I am. I found a piece of paper discarded on the street. I am writing on it now. I am in Berlin. Berlin, Germany. I don't fricking believe it. I just fricking don't. Why would Dementor send me here? I can't
September 1st, 1943
Ran out of room yesterday. Found some more paper. I found out the Sydstem was disabled by the time ray. Crap. Recap: Stuck in past. Sydstem broken. Hardly any human contact. IT SUCKS.
September 7th, 1943
Thank God, I found food. I'll try to elaborate more on what happened in the past week. I've been able to scrounge for food...one day I found a chocolate cake! Bliss! I don't know how someone could have dropped it.....The day before that I managed to avoid some soldiers marching...it was horrible...I never could stand soldiers at all. I will never stand them.
The days are getting colder and I've started feeling sick. God....if there's a God out there, please help me....please.
"Hey, you! You!" A soldier addressed me.
"Y-Yes?"
"You! Juden! Raus! Raus! Schnell!"
"I am sorry. I am Christian."
"You are wearing the star." The soldier observed.
"It is a mistake."
"It cannot be."
"A mistake...A mis---" I barely had time to finish my sentence before he grabbed my wrist. "You are sixteen." He sneered.
"Yes. I am. Sixteen and four months," I responded. "Why?"
"I am twenty-four."
Granted the atmosphere was a bit less official and more friendly, I would have asked this guy out. He was the major Leonardo DiCaprio-type, not exactly my favorite type of man, but would do. Perhaps a bit of enchanted flirting would do. "You're very handsome," I lied. Yeah, right. He was short, his nose was huge, and his eyes were the ugliest shade of hazel I'd ever seen. Sheesh, I was going to have to suck up to some freak like this? 'You've sunk lower than expected, Lipsky,' I thought. "Of course, since there is a miniscule difference in our ages," the soldier said, "I may be persuaded to forget I ever found a Jewish girl in the streets."
I nodded.
"Liberation is expected soon. The war will end in a year or two."
"Yes, yes, of course. Liberation." I responded.
"There are parties in consideration for the blessed event."
"All right."
"I was wondering if a gorgeous girl as yourself would consider attending one with me."
"But one second ago you would've--"
"Of course, I was not thinking. My name is Gustav. Gustav Johansen."
"Sydney Lipsky."
"That is a very beautiful name for a very beautiful girl."
"Thank you very much, sir."
"You're very welcome. Would you like to come with me?"
"Of course. Lead the way."
Gustav nodded. He took me by the arm and led me to a cattle car. "A cattle car? But why..."
"Welcome to Dementor's Germany, Jew."
Spiritual Death
"GET OUT!" I screamed.
"I'm afraid I can't do that."
"Wh....what's that?" I asked, referring to the portable laser beam he was carrying.
"This? Well, Sydney, I'll be honest. It's a time machine. I intend to use it on you."
"Me? Why me?"
"Because. If I can manage to get you into the past, I can destroy you."
"Me?"
"You tried to escape, Sydney." Then, it started. Bang. The laser hit a table. Bang. Chair. Zap.
It did not hit a table, nor a chair that time. It hit........me. I felt odd, as if I were being rushed through a sky of falling ice crystals, then scorching hot lava, and I heard voices. Voices. What I could make out was barely audible: "In spite of everything, I still believe that people are really good at heart." "There is no hope for us." "I wish so hard for a day to come, Lise, where we can dance and forget about the war...to dance..."
What is going on? The voices became rushed, as if they were put on fast-forward. Then, the portal I was in, which had previously had an eerie bluish tint to it, glowed orange. I heard the loud shots of a rifle, pained screams, then cries of anguish. "Augustine..." "Lies..." "Helen..." I was dazed and confused. What was going on? I was lost. Lost in an endless sea of screams. The dizziness continued. I felt sharp pangs of sorrow and an eerie sense of death hung about in the air as the pangs shifted to nothingness. I literally felt nothing.
I crash-landed on a hard cobblestone street. Cobblestone? That couldn't have been right. No. Where was I? No. That's not right. More like "when" was I. What was going on?
August 31st, 1943
Two days after the time machine incident. Just now found out where I am. I found a piece of paper discarded on the street. I am writing on it now. I am in Berlin. Berlin, Germany. I don't fricking believe it. I just fricking don't. Why would Dementor send me here? I can't
September 1st, 1943
Ran out of room yesterday. Found some more paper. I found out the Sydstem was disabled by the time ray. Crap. Recap: Stuck in past. Sydstem broken. Hardly any human contact. IT SUCKS.
September 7th, 1943
Thank God, I found food. I'll try to elaborate more on what happened in the past week. I've been able to scrounge for food...one day I found a chocolate cake! Bliss! I don't know how someone could have dropped it.....The day before that I managed to avoid some soldiers marching...it was horrible...I never could stand soldiers at all. I will never stand them.
The days are getting colder and I've started feeling sick. God....if there's a God out there, please help me....please.
"Hey, you! You!" A soldier addressed me.
"Y-Yes?"
"You! Juden! Raus! Raus! Schnell!"
"I am sorry. I am Christian."
"You are wearing the star." The soldier observed.
"It is a mistake."
"It cannot be."
"A mistake...A mis---" I barely had time to finish my sentence before he grabbed my wrist. "You are sixteen." He sneered.
"Yes. I am. Sixteen and four months," I responded. "Why?"
"I am twenty-four."
Granted the atmosphere was a bit less official and more friendly, I would have asked this guy out. He was the major Leonardo DiCaprio-type, not exactly my favorite type of man, but would do. Perhaps a bit of enchanted flirting would do. "You're very handsome," I lied. Yeah, right. He was short, his nose was huge, and his eyes were the ugliest shade of hazel I'd ever seen. Sheesh, I was going to have to suck up to some freak like this? 'You've sunk lower than expected, Lipsky,' I thought. "Of course, since there is a miniscule difference in our ages," the soldier said, "I may be persuaded to forget I ever found a Jewish girl in the streets."
I nodded.
"Liberation is expected soon. The war will end in a year or two."
"Yes, yes, of course. Liberation." I responded.
"There are parties in consideration for the blessed event."
"All right."
"I was wondering if a gorgeous girl as yourself would consider attending one with me."
"But one second ago you would've--"
"Of course, I was not thinking. My name is Gustav. Gustav Johansen."
"Sydney Lipsky."
"That is a very beautiful name for a very beautiful girl."
"Thank you very much, sir."
"You're very welcome. Would you like to come with me?"
"Of course. Lead the way."
Gustav nodded. He took me by the arm and led me to a cattle car. "A cattle car? But why..."
"Welcome to Dementor's Germany, Jew."