Concentration Camp Narrative

Today, is my second day in concentration camp #59, which goes by the name Sobibor; an extermination camp. (Which is just one type of many different purposed camps, including prisons, labor, and transit camps.) I arrived here yesterday at roughly a quarter to noon, with my sickly mother Aliza and two older brothers Adam (17) and David (21). My father was brutally murdered yesterday by one of the many Nazi soldiers who invaded our home. “Eliana, sis, wake up. Protocol will begin in five minutes, and we better not be late,” my brother David cooed. I rolled over, letting out a small scream as my wounds from yesterday brushed against the floor. “Those whip burns aren’t feeling any better than yesterday, huh? Well up we go.” As he assisted me up, I noticed that his hands were blistering red and covered in dirt.
“What happened to your hands?” I questioned.
“Oh its nothing, just a little blistering.” I looked straight into his
dark, suppressing eyes, and with one glance could tell it was more than that. But I didn’t dare bother him about it. We had been through so much these last few days.
Trying to change the subject I interrogated my brother by saying, “So did they say what’s for breakfast this morning.”
“Nothing,” he joked, or at least I think he was joking. I ran over to Adam, to find him talking with some of the other boys and girls that, like us, had been brought by force to this camp. Without them realizing it I started to listen into their conversation.
“Stop crying Madeline, if you work hard then they aren’t going to kill you in the gassing chamber.” Through sniffles I heard a girl I didn’t know say:
“Chris, this is an extermination camp, don’t you know realize we are brought here to work for a little while then we are killed. This isn’t a labor or transit camp! I’m only fourteen, they will find me useless.” This girl, Madeline, and I were the same age. My stomach tied its self in a tight knot. I hadn’t been told what type of camp we had arrived at yet, and after hearing this news, the splintered wood planks for beds didn’t seem as dreadful. I started to make my way to the door, maneuvering through many bodies lying on the ground. Trying not to step in puddles that were caused by the leaks in the roof. I made my way out of the building only to make a very big mistake. Not thinking, I picked up a rock, and threw it in the air as high as I could. Mad at why God had allowed me to be brought to this awful place. I lifted my head. My eyes searching for the jagged rock I had tossed in the air. Horrified, I followed it down as it hit an officer in the head. I tripped backwards. Stumbling to get inside the first edifice.
“Get over here right now you agonizing fool! You are worth about as much as the dirt I trample on!” He grabbed my arm intensely it burned. Then without any warning, he spits right into my eyes. Then he took his flash light and hit me with the butt of his flash light. My headed exploded with pain. I laid on the ground screaming, almost more so because I couldn’t hear myself, rather than because it hurt. My brother David ran over to me, trying to say something to me, but I couldn’t make out what he was saying, nor could I hear him.
I blankly looked up at the cold sky. The best part of this moment was that snow began to fall, which acted as an ice pack for my head-wound. Everything feeling as it was glazed over, I saw my brother get up, rage filling his face along with disputation. I cocked my head in an uncomfortable position to see him walk over to the smirking guard. Tears filling my eyes I witnessed as my brother punched the guard right in the nose. The he jumped on him and wrestled him on the slick and icy ground. The guard, twice his size and stature threw him off stood up and fired one loud shot. My brother crumpled up on the ground. I brought my hand up to my head in pure shock, longing for this to be my imagination, when I felt a warm smooth and sticky liquid coming out my head. I brought my hand down to in front of my eyes to see that the color of scarlet red on my hand matched the color of the blood on my big
brother.