Sitting on the dirty, grey surface, My mind takes me on an adventure i Cheshire, 3 years ago, My 10th birthday. My family take their places around the round timber table, ready for me to burst carbon dioxide onto the what looks to be the yummiest cake on earth. My Mum presents me when what i couldn't imagine to be, A 1918 WW1 toy truck. I gave my parents the most comfortable hug in the world to show my love for them. My mind stops and races back to today, June 15th 1942, where i'm the only left of my family in a Jewish camp where my death is only inches away.
Dogs, the big vicious sharp dogs ready to munch away. I pause and try to predict the future, the scary and unpleasant future coming my way, Banging and crashing noises shake my eardrums and i know that soon i will be in that deadly but calm gas chamber ready to have my boiling hot shower knowing that the chances of me coming out is not gradually increasing, its 0%.
Deep breath in… Deep breath out….
Deep breath in… Deep breath out….
The first group of Jewish people go into the chamber. Smoke blankets everyone as if we were having our daily sleep. The endless hammering noise keeps on and on… There is no escape now, my brain is puzzled. I don't know what to do. I can hear the deadly and innocent screams of all those innocent people dying. My brain repeats….. You're next, You're next. The sounds of babies crying makes the picture in my head worse. Tears of mine tap on the rough, grey ground. I know what's next for me.
Jeder in einer Linie jetzt, beeil dich JETZT (Nazi soldiers scream this out in german. This means "Everyone in a line now, hurry up NOW)
This is it, I stand, lined up with everyone else. Step by step, i step into yet another rough ground but this time can't see the colour inside because it's all blank. I'm blind, this is stage one of my death. I feel a large shove to my shoulders, i'm pushed side to side, back to front. The door frame shook as the door slammed shut. The gas windows have opened. Stage 2 of my annihilation is here. My hand hurts, blood trickles down onto the floor. A sharp and strong smell reaches my nostrils and i know that stage 3 is here. The gas has been released like a criminal from jail. I'm only 13 but sadly i have to say
Darkness….