Auschwitz - COMPLETE

Bam.

"No...no...NO...MAKE IT STOP PLEASE MAKE IT STOP...please....please...." A young girl, resembling little Ava drops dead.

"Help me...HELP ME PLEASE, WHY AREN'T YOU HELPING ME? I'M DYING!...Help...I'm....I'm...dying...." A hand reaches out, it is attached to man man that looks identical to Jess. Suddenly, his eyes roll into the back of his head. His arm, followed by his body, drop to the floor. He is gone.

"Brandon....I know your doing this for me...but I can't live with the knowledge of what you did to Jess...I'm sorry...I'm stopping the treatment" April Margera throws a
bottle of pill's away. A clock behind her shows a passing of about 72 hours. As it does, she becomes thinner, paler. Finally, she drops dead, her yes open, cold,
staring.

"Bammie...please....I'm dying...help me....I need you Bammie..." Ville doesn't drop dead. He just pleads, somehow, this is more haunting that the others.

Suddenly, darkness. Then voices. Men, women, children, each over lapping the other. The get louder, closer together...

"You killed me..."

"My son watched me die in agony...."

"You killed my unborn baby..."

"You watched my body burn..."

"You ordered the deaths of my whole family..."

Then the voices talk at once, the same word, over and over again,

"Murderer...murderer...murderer...murderer...murderer...."

Suddenly I wake in a sweat, breathing heavily. Oh god why won't these voices go away? On cue they start again.

"Murderer...murderer..."

"Shut up! Leave me alone! I HAVE NO CHOICE!" I scream. They still don't stop, in fact, they get louder...

"Murderer...MURDERER MURDERER..."

Using my hands I begin to flab my arms around as if I'm swatting a fly. That doesn't work.

"PLEASE JUST LEAVE ME ALONE! GO AWAY...PLEASE...please...please" I'm whispering by this point, and sobbing. Why can't they leave me alone.

"MURDERER...MURDERER...MURDERER..."

"I have to...I have to...for my mother...I need to save her...please...leave me alone..."

"MURDERER...MURDERER....MURDERER..."

Every time the voices get louder, more sinister in tone.

"Please...I've suffered enough...I had to kill my own brother...please..."

"MURDERER...MURDERER...MURDERER..."

Then I snapped. I jumped out of bed and went running into the kitchen, all the while screaming,

"DO YOU WANT ME TO SUFFER MORE IS THAT IT? DO YOU WANT ME TO BE IN PAIN IS THAT IT? DO YOU WANT TO WATCH ME BLEED!

WELL HERES BLEEDING FOR YOU!" I pull open a draw with such force in falls to the floor, its contents spilling everywhere. I scream out in frustration. I kneel on the floor, and push around the utensils until I find a knife, a sharp one. Raising it high above me, I bring it down in one swift movement onto my arm. It cuts into my flesh, more than a cm down. Blood pours from it.

"IS THAT WHAT YOU WANTED?"

"MURDERER...MURDERER...MURDERER..."

"IS THAT NOT ENOUGH! DO YOU WANT FUCKING MORE! DO YOU WANT ME TO DIE? FINE! I WILL END MY LIFE!" I raise the knife, ready to plunge it into my stomach, when a voice over powers the 'murderer' chants.

"Please don't Bammie...I need you..." It was Ville, and I saw him as clear as day, as if he was right in front of me, talking to me.

"Ville..." I cry out, dropping the knife. That one word, uttered from my lips, silences the dead. I start sobbing again as the pain in my arm kicks in, as does the realization that I was slowly going insane...

I wrap my wound up well. I clean in, and put on 2 layers of bandages. The bleeding seems to have subsided. I dress for the day and clean up the mess I'd made in the kitchen as I hear the post come. Hoping for a letter from my mother, I retrieve it. There's only one letter, and its not from her, its official looking, its from the army. I read it through, horror struck. Weber had told them about my excellent aim...

'Congratulations Mr Margera, you have been promoted to sniper division...'

What was I going to do about Ville..?

I didn't see him till late that evening. I'd spend most of the day being congratulated by the guards. I was being sent after The Soviet Unions best spy - Vassili Zaitsev. It was one of the highest paying jobs in the army. And the most dangerous. Finally, I spot him. He seemed...happy. It was odd. Like before, I made it look like he'd done something wrong, before I dragged him away. No one seemed to notice how often I 'punished' him. The prisoners didn't last long enough, and the guard were more concered with getting kicks out of the other prisoners.

Ville sat down straight away with a sigh, but he was smiling.

"Oh Bammie, I'm so happy! I got treated like a dog today, but I don't care! My daddy's here! My momma too! They're both alive. I talked to my daddy just today and he told me my momma had been saved too! Isn't that great!"

"Ville...I'm sorry..." I said. Yet I couldn't find the words to what I had to say.

"It doesn't matter if you don't have food Bammie..." He said, hugging me."I'm too happy to care..."

"Ville...I've been promoted to a sniper. I'm leaving Auschwitz..."

Ville.
The next morning I awake to a host of new face's in the barracks. Nothing new there, faces come and go everyday. There is no point trying to make friends, chances are they will die within hours. I earn a slap during role-call. I'm so wrapped up thinking about my mother, I don't hear a guard question me about a man that had died in my barracks. His ring cuts me where he slaps me, but I don't care. All I care about right now is my mother...and Bammie.

We marched to the wash rooms, naked as usual later that morning. Despite being august, it was quite cold and I found myself shaking. Like on my first day, we spend almost 3 hours waiting to get there, and when we got to the toilets, many people soiled the floor because of the lack of time and facilities. The room stank, was filthy dirty and would probably make me ill if I stayed in there to much longer. The smell of death almost over powered that of human waste, the combination of the two made me sick to my stomach.

In the washrooms, I sat in a tub of water and chlorine, waiting for a guard to push me under to help 'clean' me. It made me think of Bam, I didn't have to suffer so much when he helped me. But he wasn't here today, and so, I was dunked under the water, and held there for 5 seconds before I was dragged out and ordered to retrieve my clothes. The water burned my wounds, and so I was thankful that Bam had wrapped them. They would become infected if he hadn't. The guard had been so forceful, that I had swallowed some of the water. There was so much chlorine in the water, that I threw up the second I stepped outside. The bile that filled my mouth and throat burned as I desperately tried to hold it in until I got outside. I emptied my stomach just out the door, then stood there, naked, shaking, a complete mess. As I stood there, someone passed me my clothes...

"Thank you..." I whispered, looking up when I'd dressed.. The man before me smiled. It was my father!

"Daddy!" I cried, hugging him tight. He wrapped his arm's around me.

"Ville, my son, your ok!" He cried, letting his tears soak my shoulder. I began to cry too, and so I hugged him tighter.

"Yeah, I'm okay! Are you? Wheres momma? I heard you'd been taken to Treblinka..." I said. My father pulled away and looked into my eye's.

"I'm fine son, and your mother, she is here. We were going to Treblinka, but we escaped. We were caught a few night's ago, and we were sent here. Your mother was sent for work too! I'm positive she's alive," He said, smiling.

"I knew she was here, I found her dress yesterday, the one..."

"With 'Mommy's' stitched on the label!" we said at the same time. We both laughed. Suddenly, my father is dragged away from me.

"Daddy..." I call out.

"Get to work, the both of you!" a guard yells, the one that had dragged my father away. He didn't hit us, which was a relief. I said goodbye to my father as I went to work. I spent the day mining coal. It was so hard. I toiled for hours down in the mine, my arms wasting away as they worked. I brought down the axe again and again, letting my anger out with ever swing. I became filthy and sweaty, but I didn't care, My parents were alive.

Despite my efforts, I was punished many times while working. The guard we had noticed anything, and, as I cursed under my breath, I felt him send a blow into the side of my head. It knocked me dizzy, but I knew I had to continue if I wanted to live. I was weak, my vision was blurred and I felt sick with hunger, but I continued. Again I was punished as I brought my axe down and missed the coal. This time the guard dragged me to the floor by my hair, and kicked me in the stomach. If there was any sort of contents in there, the I would have thrown up. But I didn't. I continued on again, despite he pain, but I began to slow down. Again the guard picked up on it. He stood behind me, and slapped me when a swing wasn't worthy enough.

Finally, after 10 hours of work, it was time to return to the barracks. All I wanted to do was lie down and sleep. The cramped conditions of the bunks was actually appealing to me. As I stood and waited with the rest of my barrack, Bam appeared. Finally! I've been wanting to see him all day, even if it is just a glance. Before anyone could see, he threw a rock up in the air, so that it would come down and hit himself.

"Son of a...I know that was you!" He cried, pointing to me as he examined the tiny cut in his cheek with his fingers. I gulped and looked down. He grabbed my arm - a little tighter than normal, and dragged me away.

I sat down with a happy sigh as Bam locked the door.

"Oh Bammie, I'm so happy! I got treated like a dog today, but I don't care! My daddy's here! My momma too! They're both alive. I talked to my daddy just today and he told me my momma had been saved too! Isn't that great!" I said as soon as he looked at me. He smiled slightly, but it vanished. Something was wrong.

"Ville...I'm sorry..." He said. maybe he hadn't brought me food. I didn't care though, I had my parents back, that was enough.

"It doesn't matter if you don't have food Bammie..." I said as I hugged him. He looked like he needed one, he looked so guilty "I'm too happy to care..."

"Ville...I've been promoted to a sniper. I'm leaving Auschwitz..."