I am afraid. It's dark. The night is hushed. Yet so...loud.
I'm trembling. And his hands are guiding mine through the haze. He is telling me that everything is going to be OK. But I know it's not.
In the back of my mind I knew something was going to happen. Something I nor any of my family could possibly imagine.
The scary men burst in and we were all separated. One short stocky one grabbed my by the wrist. First off, I knew. These men were not going to help us. They took my family to their headquarters where we were detained, like birds in a cage. Our songs clenched in the backs of our throats. After wards they took us to an awful prison for a few days. It felt like years passed until we were thrown into the back of a retched smelling train and driven to a strange factory of sorts. My father was separated from my sister and I. No one seemed to care. Panic and hysteria was dripping off the foreheads of everyone around. I wept silently inside my self. I had to show my sister I could be strong. Margot and I slept and worked. It was not living anymore. For they stole our souls. Only ashes remained and they showered the camp like a light snow. Death crept into my nostrils. I wished to see my mama and papa. Only to be with them, for a second more, I would give everything. Time passed and I was a drone, doing what I was told. I got sick. Margot got sick. I had not seen mama and papa or anyone else in my family. I am homesick. Margot and I are herded like cattle into the back of yet another train. Transported to another camp. It is harsh and cold. And I do not want to give up hope. More time...oh time. I have lost track of you so quickly. What is time but seconds we count until we are free...or we die? Margot gets very ill. A time ago, I could see her in her full bloom. A beautiful lily. But now she is wilted and pale. And I fear I will wilt soon now too. I tried to stay strong.
I am afraid. It's dark. The night is hushed. I close my eyes. And everything goes blank. I am no longer trembling.
