This has only a couple of more chapters. I'll be updating more often because I'll be out of school soon so I'll have more time. On with the chapter.
Brittany and I are in total love. Total, illegal love. We see each other when we can. I fear I'll die before we can even start a life together. Until that day, that day everything cleared, that day everything was alright. It was a normal day in the camp; I was working as usual, when the announcement came. A voice boomed, "THE ALLIS ARE COMING! THE NAZIS ARE LEAVING! YOU ARE FREE!" Free. It took a while to register. Everyone was running, running to see if anyone of their kin was alive. I looked up at Brittany's normal spot. "Go," she mouthed, "you're free." I dropped my tool and ran. The first thing on this crazy agenda was to find my family. I asked around, I found out everyone in my family was dead. It hit hard. It really hurt. I ate, and planned my escape. A place where no one should be afraid, a place where everyone was free, America. - Alvin
He's off. I smiled to myself; the only thing that really pained me was the thought that I'd probably never see him again. – Brittany
~*~ Years later ~*~
I have no idea what attracted me to this. It was torture all over again. I can see his pained face; I can see the starving, dying people. Then I heard a voice, a powerful voice, a beautiful voice speaking from the next room, I peak over. "You were a number. Nobody cared." The man spoke clearly and matter-of-factly. My heart dropped, that was Alvin's voice. I stepped in the room, he saw me and stopped speaking momentarily, but continued. He showed them the tattooed number on his arm, "You weren't considered a real person. You were a number!" he shouted. Some people had tears in their eyes. His speech ended soon enough, he walked over and greeted me. "How have you been?" He asked with a hint of a smile in his voice. "Pretty good," I responded, "and you?" "Alright," he sighed. We just walked around the large Holocaust memorial, chatting about our lives. We stopped at the wall that stated who died then. One name caught my eye, "Allison…" I whispered. He nodded solemnly, "It's been hard," he said in a hushed voice. I hugged him, he hugged back slightly. "Hey, Britt, how bout I treat you tonight?" I asked her out, nervously. She smiled and nodded. I smiled back. Maybe for once, I'll have some company.