Unacceptable (GerIta) (Holocaust) (Boyxboy)

Chapter Eleven

A/N: I'm so sorry! Stupid..school has me preoccupied with work that i need to get done, but i hope this chapter is good enough you please you guys!

I clutch the paper, crumpling the sides accidentally.

More tears run down my cheeks and hit the paper.

I don't even know if he's alive or not.
I didn't even get to tell him my feelings back.

I didn't even get to tell him..that... I love him.

I denied it for so long, well..what seemed like forever and I didn't even realize what little time I had to cherish him and our love.

I should have returned the feelings quickly. I should have. He would have known that I loved him and he would be happy.

God...I'm such a terrible person.

Maybe I should go back and see if he's okay..I mean..I need to know if he's okay.

I now realize he was someone I cared about a lot. And if he's still alive I won't be alone.

It'll be me and him.

A grin appears on my face as I grab and gun, loading it and stuffing amo in my pockets, just in case.

I run upstairs and open the cellar door, climbing out and closing it behind me.

I inhale deeply and open my front door and step out onto the dry dirt, it crunching beneath my feet.

I looked around, inhaling the fresh air, but then coughing at the smell of tar and bricks.

I shake my head and exit the village, heading to the concentration camp.

This'll be a long walk.

{~~~~~•~~~~~}

I walk up to the camp, feeling my heart beat against my chest and make my ribcages rattle.

I thought my heart would break right out of my chest, and fall right there onto the ground. My heart was already shattered. I didn't need it right?

I walked into the camp, aware of my surroundings. I couldn't get cau-

I was cut off by sobbing. Loud sobbing and a German man screaming.

My feet quietly shuffle across the ground as I make it to the front office, seeing my love lay dead on the ground, a pool of crimson liquid beneath his head.

And then my gaze drifts to Gilbert, sobbing and shaking Ludwig's body.

"PLEASE DONT BE DEAD!"

I raise my gun as a tear rolls down my cheek.

"Did you do this?" My voice comes out shakey and nervous, and it echoes around the room until it reaches Gilbert, who looks up at me and our eyes meet.

"I did- I'm...sorry..I dont...the power....the power.." He chokes out between sobs.

I see. Power makes a man go mad. When he has too much of it he feels like he can control everything, and he doesn't even realize how much he has until he looses it all.

But this man does not make me feel guilty.

My father is dead.

My brother is dead.

Ludwig- he...he's dead.

It's all his fault. He will pay.

I cock my gun and walk to the sobbing Albino.

I press my gun against his temple and smile sadly, adrenaline rushing throughout my body. I was actually going to do something about this.

A tear ran down my cheek as I pulled the trigger, a second later I watched blood drop onto my clothing and the ground, also witnessing some brain.

I shook my head and threw the gun to the ground, taking Ludwigs body into my arms as the gun shots erie sound bounced off the walls and disappeared into the cold, silent wind.
I kissed Ludwig on the lips and whispered. "Ti amo. Ludwig. Forever."

Then boots slammed against the ground like an army of drums and the door bursted open.

Gasps were loudly made and I turned, seeing guards glare me down.

They came over me and picked me up, locking my arms behind my back.

I screamed and kicked, wanting to spend more time with the one I had lost.

They pulled me out of the room and grabbed my weapons, also not hesitating to throw me against a wall in a barrack and lock me in there.

One Nazi smirked and sighed. "Have fun." He stomped off and I cried, curling into a ball.

"I still got revenge."

{Two months later...}

I moved a heavy sack of sand to the pile and threw it there, wiping the sweat off my forehead.

A Jew grabbed the collar of my shirt and jerked me into the trench, whispering.

"Hey. Kid. Help us, we're digging a hole underground to get us out. Some people on the outside have already started tunneling over. You gotta help."

I hesitated, thinking of my answer and then nodded.

I came back only to kill Gilbert but got trapped here. Might as well help other people taste and smell freedom right?

I grabbed a tool and went back into the trench, and followed the Jew to a secret tunnel. I sighed and started digging, already sweating and dying of the heat that was under ground.

It was a few hours until I saw light and another group of Jews. I smiled and started hearing loud screaming echoing from the camp.

I dropped my tool and pushed out of the crowd, bolting to the exit, as others followed.

Some screamed and fell, getting shot. People were crying and screaming and sobbing and I just kept running.

Not looking back. Never. Will I ever look back once I get out of here.

I climbed out of the hole and bolted to my village.

Once I got there I ran to my house and to the basement, slamming and locking the door.

Screams and cries of misery and agony were heard outside, while I blocked them out.

I was home.

That's all that matters.

I'm.
All.
Alone.

A/N: please read! This is super important! Should I keep going on with the series? I already have a plot twist..and a thing to make you all gasp. Please comment down below! Thank you all!