Peter is a interesting character, traumatized by the things we have seen. We are all traumatized. As we act like we aren't affected the villainous Nazis walk up and down telling some of us to go "left" and some of us to go "right". Which one is the path to survival. Not everyone will know the answer. I fear for my family, the women on another side of the camp. My children, are they the selected few who don't die. Sometimes dying is better than the tortures we endure here. We force ourselves awake each day, and we pray for those who haven't woken up and don't ever. I go left and we anxiously hold our breath. We strip, not just of our clothes but of our shame. We survive another night.
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How to make a differenceGeneral Fiction
How can I make a difference to the world? Maybe by help in someone, but no one seems to find me helpful. Maybe it would be better if I was dead