Creative Writing: The Holocaust

I was about to turn 16 when the Germans occupied Hungary. I feared that the Germans would do something to put my family in harm’s way and so they did. At first everything seemed normal until they started passing out anti-Semitic laws. All Jews were forced to wear the star of
David on their clothing or else there would be serious consequences. Inside I grew hatred toward the Germans because they took away my father’s business. I asked my father, “Who are we going to live off without your income?” “Marta everything will be okay, don’t you worry about it,” my father responded.
“I will continue to run my grocery in order to provide just like I always have”. The next day he continued to run his grocery store in order to provide …show more content…
“Mommy what is going to happen to daddy?” I asked my mom. “Your father will be okay,” she said. “Do you know where the Germans are taking us?” “I don’t know Marta but you will be safe with me,” she said. We were boarded onto trains among with many other Jews. The Germans said that we did not need to pack clothes because it would be provided when we reach our destination. The trains were very crowded that one could barely find a place to sit. In a few days we finally reached what seemed to be a large camp but not an ordinary one. Outside of the train there was a German soldier holding a large assault rifle and was conducting the people from the train including me to go either left or right. I was told to go to the right but my mom was told to go to the left. I screamed and yelled for my mother to come with me but one of the soldiers stopped her from crossing sides. And we both continued walking to where we were directed. Later that day I found out that those selected to go to the left were sent to the gas chambers and killed instantly. That was the last day I saw of my mother. I loved her …show more content…
They also tattooed an identification number on my left arm. My identification number was 140603. I think it was used to keep track of the inmates like me, an innocent Jewish girl who does not deserve to go through this tragedy. Those who were selected to go to the right were put to force labor including me. I was put to work assembling small explosives like hand grenades for the German soldiers. Life at the camp was exhausting and seemed like the days lasted forever. My hands were so sore and swollen from assembling the grenades. When one of the women slowed down the German proctor would say, “gehen schneller, schneller” or go faster. I still see the image in my mind when the German soldiers shot the women beside me because she refused to work any longer. She told the German soldier , “I refuse to serve anyone who is part of this disgusting idea the Jews are merely a disease that must be eliminated.” He responded with, “You work or I will shot!” The next thing I hear is a loud boom and the woman lying dead on the floor next to me. I was filled with trauma when I saw her die in front of me and having her blood splattered on