Auschwitz Death Camp

Chapter 18

I finally hacked my way back into my account :) Yay!

Anyway here we go more Lena and Damon. . . .

OK theres no Damon in this one but still. There will be in the next I've already got it planned :)

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Time passes here very slowly. I don't keep track of how long I've been here.

There's no point in it really. It doesn't matter how long I've been here. There is no one out there to miss me.

Not anymore.

So I focus on work.

And only work.

Damon's face flashes in my mind regularly but I force it out. The kiss plays through almost as regularly.

Thinking of him has proven to be dangerous so I don't.

I continue to work late. I do as I'm told.

I sleep.

I eat.

I work.

I work late.

I eat.

Then I sleep some more.

Ive grown to actually like the work. It numbs my mind.

But not my heart. In my heart I miss my loving mother. My sweet baby sister who was stolen from this life way too soon.

And my father. I thought I had long barried the heartache that came with his death.

I was wrong.

I feel the loss of all of them every time I wake in the morning.

No amount of work or time stops that kind of hurt.

One day I'm an hour into working late. Everyone else is long gone.

This is the time I treasure.

These three hours alone. With no one watching me.

I'm shoveling away. When something unusual happens.

I hear something.

Someone else is working late.

In all my time of working after hours I have never seen anyone else working as well.

Until now.

My curiosity gets the better of me. I turn to face someone I haven't seen since my first day here.

The barber.

The very one who snipped away at my hair just a day after I watched my family died.

He smiles weakly at me.

I can't help myself. I find myself asking.

"What are you doing out here?"

He sighs and answers. "Do not think that just because I work here it excuses me from punishment."

I concentrate on my shoveling for a while before I speak again.

"Punishment for what?"

He looks at me sadly.

"Trust me, Sweetheart this is not the direction I wanted my life to go in. I had a life. A future. The war ruined that for me. I'm just as much of a prisoner here as you."

"But you work here... you cut our hair-"

"Yes." He said sharply.

"I work I'm no colonel or officer. I had to earn my place and I messed it up. Now I'm back here."

Whenever I look back at that moment in my life I come to regret my next question.

"What did you do so wrong?

He looks up to the sky then back to me.

"Sweetheart you have seen so much already in your little life. And take it from me there is so much more you will see. This place we are in its bad. Its worse then bad. I was walking back to my bunk. I passes a large room they usually keep locked. It was open now. I went into it. I can never unsee what was in that room."

I let myself stop shoveling and look at him. My bones feel chilled.

My voice drops to a whisper when I ask my next question.

"What was in the room?"

"Oh little one, the room was filled top to bottom with rotting bodies. Bodies so malnourished they already looked skeleton. We are not safe. Not now. Not ever."

I feel myself shaking my head. "No, Your wrong. This place is bad. But thats- that's just terrifying."

The barber stabs his shovel into the ground and says "Why would I make it up?"

For the next two hours I say no more but my mind is churning.

I know who I need to talk to. He will tell me the truth.

As soon as my time is up I take off for the bunker room with my head spinning and one goal in my mind.

I must do what I've been trying not to do for so long.

I need to talk Damon.

Then- BAM.

I collide with a solid chest.

Found him.