Unacceptable (GerIta) (Holocaust) (Boyxboy)

Chapter Six

I searched around the house, everywhere he could possibly be. I wanted to see if one of the men had hurt him- or...he hid himself.

Nothing.

Why do I care he's gone? I-dont! I shouldn't! It shouldn't bother me..as much as it does....

I tiptoed to the door and went outside, looking around to the almost Ghost Town village.

Everyone was quiet.

All I could hear was the wind blowing through the trees.

The erie silence giving me a bad feeling, almost a sinking feeling in my chest.
My brain clouded with bad thoughts and tears made my throat dry and almost impossible to speak.

He- was taken.

Because of me?

I-don't know.

This is all my fault. He got close to someone and was instantly ripped away from me.
This is all my fault he's gone. If he didn't get close to me, if I didn't let him this would have never happened.

He wouldn't have been taken away.

I sat down in the dirt and put my head in my hands, trying to think of what happened exactly.

Maybe that's what that thumping noise was.

A body hitting the ground.

They knocked him out and took him back to...a camp thing? I don't know. I'm not an expert on Nazi's.

If he just did his job- he wouldn't have been taken away.
If he just did his job and didn't go all 'Mr.NiceGuy' this wouldn't have happened.

A tear ran down my cheek, the suspence was killing me. I was so nervous- I wanted him to be okay.

I couldn't exactly figure out what I felt for him, but it made me happy. My chest got warm and fuzzy every time I was around him.

I enclosed my feelings pretty well so no one could read me, but I was starting to feel my old self.

Happy again.

My old self was, stupid.

Happy.

Excited.

All. The. Time.

I sobbed a little bit more as I realized what he had done to me, and for me.

He was helping me. He was protecting me and helping me back to my old self without even realizing it.

He...made me happy.

I stood up and dusted myself off, adventuring farther out into the village. Though I was cautious of my surroundings.

I wiped my eyes and looked around at everything, but before I knew it screaming was heard from my house.

I turned around and watched my father and brother get dragged out of the house, screaming and struggling.

"N-no.." I started running towards the Nazis until my head hurt and I felt a crack.

I fell with a thud and became limp.

Black dots covered my vision and I blacked out as blood rushed out of the back of my head.

I fell into a dark oblivion and I couldn't see.

Where am I?

I was floating in nothingness.
All I could hear was my voice and thoughts echoing.

That's it.

Where am I?

It seemed like I was floating in forever, until my eyes snapped open and I was on the ground, my father and brother sitting around my body, sobbing.

I pushed myself onto my hands and knees, groaning groggily and looked at them, my head pounding and making my stomach feel weak.

"Where are we?" I spoke as my voice cracked.
My brother took me into his arms and squeezed me, sobbing louder.

My father wiped his eyes and looked at me with the saddest look I had ever seen him make.

His light brown eyes were dull, and it looked like the life was sucked out of him.

He faked a smile and wiped the blood off the side of his face.

"Concentration camp-" That was his last word.

Before he fell to his side.

Dead.

He. Died.

A/N: Please read this! Anyways! I'm using Grandpa Rome as their father, even though he is a Grandpa! Just because..they didn't exactly....officially have a 'Father' and he was like a father figure! So- yeah!