Inside the camp are sorrow and distress, outside, lays… something. The Concentration camp took me, my mother, and my older brother, Marvin into its terrible boundaries. Day after day, not enough food, at least 10 more lifeless. I long to depart but instead, it grips tightly onto me saying,
“Withdraw and a severe chastisement, remain and undergo day after day, in the camp.”
If I leave and fail to escape, it will be the demise of me. I can’t bear to think about Marvin and mother, the penalty they will grant them… but I have to at least try. I clutch a dejected sack filled with food, water, and a gentle sleek blanket.
“Goodbye mother, Goodbye Marvin,” I whisper so quietly, I feel as if the words barely escape my lips. My dry, thin, shriveled lips. I plait my hair in a matter of 1 minute, and then I Depart. Letting my feet make small padding noises as I exit the back of the camp. The nazis don’t patrol back here frequently, so I may be able to manage an escape. …show more content…
It’s notably a voice belonging to a man. I hear the click of a gun being loaded. It’s either now or never, I sprint towards the hill and don’t stop. I’m thin from the lack of food yet I run rapidly.
“Shoot!” The voice says again. I jump over the hill as I hear the gunshots. I count at least six gunshots. Can you imagine six nazis hunting down a nine-year-old girl? I evade most, but a single bullet hits me in the hand. I grimace as I land, observing the damage. They’re in hot pursuit so I have to think fast. Even though the bullet is wedged in my hand and I need to treat it, my number one priority is to escape. I keep running.
“Forget it she’s gone” I hear a voice say. I look behind rapidly and see my same blonde hair, same hazel eyes, and same sullen face. There is no doubt that this is my dad. I thought he was killed by the nazis but apparently, because of his ability to produce guns at a rapid pace, they must have recruited
“Withdraw and a severe chastisement, remain and undergo day after day, in the camp.”
If I leave and fail to escape, it will be the demise of me. I can’t bear to think about Marvin and mother, the penalty they will grant them… but I have to at least try. I clutch a dejected sack filled with food, water, and a gentle sleek blanket.
“Goodbye mother, Goodbye Marvin,” I whisper so quietly, I feel as if the words barely escape my lips. My dry, thin, shriveled lips. I plait my hair in a matter of 1 minute, and then I Depart. Letting my feet make small padding noises as I exit the back of the camp. The nazis don’t patrol back here frequently, so I may be able to manage an escape. …show more content…
It’s notably a voice belonging to a man. I hear the click of a gun being loaded. It’s either now or never, I sprint towards the hill and don’t stop. I’m thin from the lack of food yet I run rapidly.
“Shoot!” The voice says again. I jump over the hill as I hear the gunshots. I count at least six gunshots. Can you imagine six nazis hunting down a nine-year-old girl? I evade most, but a single bullet hits me in the hand. I grimace as I land, observing the damage. They’re in hot pursuit so I have to think fast. Even though the bullet is wedged in my hand and I need to treat it, my number one priority is to escape. I keep running.
“Forget it she’s gone” I hear a voice say. I look behind rapidly and see my same blonde hair, same hazel eyes, and same sullen face. There is no doubt that this is my dad. I thought he was killed by the nazis but apparently, because of his ability to produce guns at a rapid pace, they must have recruited