Elie Wiesel: A Short Story

“When I got down after roll call, I could see his lips trembling as he murmured something.” He said, “ One day you are going to get out of here and start a family.” I had got more angry to a point that I had to separate myself with my father. I became more silent with a blank face every single day. Caught some guards' attention but the guards know they can't do anything or even show a little remorse. One silent night I was laying down just thinking how things used to be before the war against Jews when my family was happy and not separated. After not knowing what happen to rest of my family members just only made my shoulders heavy and difficult time breathing. Day by day I get this feeling to just give up on hope and die. I cried every night hoping to wake up in a home with nothing but joy. I want my father’s words to become a reality, and I start thinking of ideas to escape this hell.
It was many times my father have been going crazy to a point you can see that he very ill. Every night my father scream “Eliezer….Eliezer...tell them not to hit me…. I haven’t done anything…. Why do they keep hitting me?” There was a couple of times other people in the camp and even doctor tells me to just give up on my father. I shed tears
every night for my father suffering but I know his day coming soon. So we both got to get out of this hell hole but the only thing I have been worrying about is my father.
Then it was a night all he only wants was water but the water in this hell hole wasn’t clean. The anger deep inside of me grew larger, my head and chest felt like I was on fire. “I knew that he must not drink. But he pleaded with me for so long that I gave in. Water was the worst poison he could have, but what else could I do for him? With water, without water, it would be over soon anyway……” So in this situation I had no choice he didn’t even want soup or bread, I just didn’t get it so I just didn’t give it to him and start hoping for the best. As I see his time running out I start thinking about an escape that risky but it’s a have to.
My father and I finally came up with a plan to escape. Every week I try to break the gate and open it up. “Eliezer... I must tell you where to find the gold and the money I buried...in the cellar... You know….” Day by day my father just hope this plan work after knowing its risks. So one night I just kept telling myself that I got to do it. After my father was getting beaten in the most violent way by the guards, “Then my father made a rattling noise and it was my name: “Eliezer.” I could see that he was still breathing - spasmodically.” I ask can I wash the dishes and the guard told me “go ahead.” While I was in the kitchen, I drop every single thing on the floor and waited for the guards start making their way towards the kitchen.
Quickly I went to get my father out of his bed and ran to towards the gate. When we almost got there my father started to slow down so I drag him to the gate. And when I got through the gate, my father got caught half through the gate then he pushes me through the gate with a very strong strength that I didn't know he had. I was scared and worried about my father but at the same time my father want this for me so I was running fast as I can to start a new life my father want me to have. Suddenly I heard a gun fire then I couldn't move, couldn't breathe and started crying at the moment I saw straight
dark.