Authors note: Grrr…Slight writers block…Feel free to give me ideas! I'm currently looking at the stories of survivors to help me…But it feels weird…Idk why…Ano…Arigatou!

Gaara and I lie in the bunk, I myself crying into his chest while Gaara patted my head whispering 'Now now, it's okay. We'll get out of this alive…I promise you…' But that only made me cry harder. My hiccups began, and Naruto yelled at me to shut up. We were all only 14, though I was 15. But being there, in that place, made us feel like we were 3 again. Made us wish for our moms. Some of us had never seen our mothers. They were either killed in childbirth, or were prostitutes ((as in Naruto's case)) and were forced to give up their child to the orphanage.

This is our first day here, but we have gone at least a week without proper nutrition. We had known about this going on for a year or so now. But we didn't care. We were young, and more caught up in the sports. Cricket was a favourite past time of mine. The game would last for hours, but it was still wonderful. And that's when I first met Gaara. He would sit under the tree by the Cricket field, reading his book. People thought he looked strange with a Japanese character on his forehead, and his dark eyes. The way his pupil-less eyes burnt a hole in your soul if you even so much as looked at him or in his direction.

We had heard about the homosexuals in the camp, how they were used for experimental purposes in the name of medicine. Of course, we had heard about this all happening in the 30s. We weren't even born half the time. We lived in the time of the Holocaust, and if Hitler had his way. We would die in the time of the Holocaust. Die like every other person in this hellhole.

The other boys were talking about what was happening when they were caught and brought here to Auschwitz. Gaara chimes in, but I tune out. I'd rather not talk about this place.

When we first arrived, the thing that greeted us ((after the dead bodies)) was the sign that hung over the entrance. "Arbeit Macht Frei" it read. "Work makes you free." The only thing that makes you free in this place is death.

Of course, once again, if Hitler had his way, Gaara and I would've died the instant we set foot here. But we didn't.

And then, the idea came to me. We could run away. Though it be our first night here, I hated this place all the way down to the lice crawling.

Sasuke barged through the door again, Gaara and I jumping nearly a foot apart. He scowled at us. "Your bunkmates will be joining you now. They are tired and need sleep. As do you. Now go to bed and you will wake up early tomorrow." And he left, the others filing in slowly.

I gaped in horror. They looked like zombies. There were boys our age, skinny as a bone. Because, they were all bone. Their cheekbones protruded outwards while their faces still held their boyish looks. Some were missing shirts, and you could see the hearts beating softly through their skin.

That…is what we will look like…

One of the boys that looked our age settled into the bunk next to us. I turned on my side as Gaara wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Hey." I whispered. The boy looked at me with surprise.

"What. I need sleep." He answered back hoarsely, eyeing the pink triangle and yellow star on my shirt.

"Sorry…I want to know…what's it like here?"

We talked the whole night away. Going to sleep only hours before it was time to wake up. I learned his name was Ernst Hirschfeld. So, we slept those few hours, the nightmares of the day to come haunting my sleep.

"Wake up!! Wake up!!" Sasuke cried, opening the door to our room. The cold woke everyone up. I rolled over on my side to face Ernst.

"Ernst…Wake up…It is morning." He did not respond. I shook his shoulder. We all got up, and I saw the Ernst did not. Sasuke walked over to his bunk, pulled him off and threw him by my feet. He stared at him, and kicked him a few times. I shut my eyes and listened to the sickening cracks and could almost hear his stomach break in half. Sasuke kicked Ernst's face, pushing it in and breaking the skull, the brown brain oozing out. He'd been dead for a while. He probably died after we finished talking. I held back the tears as I watched his broken body fade out of my life forever.