Chapter 2

I hate those people, they did this to me, it's their fault...

Emil slowly got up out if his bed for one of the first times in months. His bare feet touched the cold floor and he shivered a bit. He slipped his feet into the shoes his now deceased mother had given him months ago when he could still walk. He used all his strength to stand on his two feet and not fall back down, so far so good. He slowly took the tubes out of his arms and laid them on the bed, then covered them with the blanket. He slowly walked for the first time in months to the small dresser in the corner and opened it. He looked through the old clothes he hasn't wore in such a long time, the gown was the only thing he wore now. He carefully picked out something the nurses wouldn't recognize, then he found it; a long white shirt that would stretch down to his knees and black pants. He slipped out of the gown and into the clothes, then grabbed a black light jacket to cover over him. He ten grabbed a black hat to cover his hair.

He slowly peeked out of his room to the rest of the small hospital, seeing the nurse turned around, he took his chance and quickly moved out of the room and toward the door. No one noticed him, not a single person; no doctor, no nurse, no one. He smiled a bit as he traveled down the stairs and toward the front door, getting past the main desk would be hard though. He looked around a bit until he noticed a small child was looking at him. He looked at the little blonde child and watched as he pointed to something. Emil quickly looked that way to find another door that lead outside. He smiled at the little boy and thanked him as he went out the back way.

The sunshine seemed to blind him as he stepped out into the world for the time in a year or two. He looked around until he found a small dirt road that seemed to lead down the hill the hospital was on, maybe it led to the camps. He slowly moved toward the road, moving his stiff legs to walk fast before the doctors noticed him.

The curiosity had struck him to see the reason why he was sick, the people he blamed. He walked along the path until he came to the barbed wired fence, as high as a house and as long several towns, all keeping the nasty prisoners inside. He walked up to the fence and put his hand on it, grabbing onto one of the bars. There was nothing wrong with looking at the camps, at least not in his mind anyway. He looked through the fence as the prisoners dug endless and pointless holes in the dirt filled field. He watched as they dug and dug, never stopping once for if they did, they would be hit or even shot by the solider looking over and watching them. Emil looked as the prisoners were beaten, a small boy pulled aside and shot once in his forehead, several women pulled away and put into a line, their men still digging. Emil watched, thinking they would be slapped, like they deserved, but it's not what he thought. The soldiers put their guns up and aimed carefully, then the bright blonde haired German yelled to pull the trigger, and they did.

Emil watched in horror as the women fell one by one down to the ground, their blood splattered onto the dirt ground. One man jumped to attack the soldiers who had killed his wife, only to be shot and murdered as well. Emil gulped a bit, his eyes widened, he even shook. These camps, they weren't what he thought, not one bit. He thought these people were the reason why he was sick, but the more he looked the more he began to realize just how wrong he was, how wrong this was. He could see the people screaming, the soldiers pushing them away and threatening to shoot them too if they hadn't already. Emil slowly began to back away, seeing this horror sent shivers down his spine.

He ran...

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Li looked away as the blonde haired boy he had become friends with was taken away from him within seconds. The guards quickly yelled at them to scatter, get back to work and dig until their hands bled... Then dig more. He moved his eyes away from the poor boy who's life was cut so early and stuck the shovel back into the dirt like nothing had happened, ignoring the blood that had splattered onto his shirt from the murders. He dug as deep and fast as he could, he ignored the dirty looks from the guards, he simply continued to dig. He wouldn't look up, he wouldn't stop digging, he didn't care about the blood dripping from the palms of his hands anymore. I want to die, he thought, I want this to end. The image of his brother jumping at the bullets appeared in his head. He knew how to make Li happy and calm, and now he was gone, so what now?...

"Dig!" The German yelled and he quickly dug faster, blood dripping down his arms from his palms by now, the blisters had broke. He didn't dare to make a look at the guard, he simply ignored the pain and kept going until they were told to stop. By then, the sky had grown dark and they were forced back into those sheds. Li walked to his own "bed" where that Finnish boy had once slept with there. I wish I knew his name, Li thought to himself. He gulped a bit as he laid down on the straw filled plank bed. He looked over to a small blonde child shivering on the floor, he reached for the child to come up but he immediately pounced toward his older brother who's emerald eyes glared over to Li as he held onto the small boy. Li simply looked away and laid back down, trying to get comfortable if that was possible. He closed his eyes, I don't want to live anymore...

OOO

Emil shook in his bed even with the covers over him. He shook from all fear, the images running through his mind as fast as the bullets had gone through those people. They were people... People... And he had blamed them? He shook even more and tightened his grip on his blanket. The knock on the door terrified him as his nurse entered the room, her short blonde hair was tied back today. "Emil are you feeling alright?" She asked as she looked at the young boy. "The tubes are lose." She noticed and carefully lifted the boys arm from under the blanket and began placing the tubes back into his arms against his whimpers of pain. "I know it hurts but you know you need this medicine." Emil whimpered a bit more and stayed under the blanket. The nurse checked his vitals even though Emil was hesitant on it and left a few moments later.

Emil slowly came out of his covers and looked. He shook in his bed and covered the blanket around him, I don't want to live anymore… not like this… He looked back toward the window, What was I thinking?… what am I thinking anymore….

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Slowly going about this… *sigh* I get so lazy DX I feel like I should do the other song fics too… but… I'm lazy… and this is just enough .

ALSO! (I didn't know about this until this author pointed it out) Zarichka has a songfic off the song as well, before I even decided to uplaod this thing so please check out Zarichka's too! We kinda have the same plot thing going *flail* so please look it up!