chapter:two

I stumble getting out of my own of one of the many bunks lining the walls of our camp. Taking time to make up the plain black sheets carefully, having nothing else to do but listen to the quiet hum of whispers and the constant recording reminding us of who is in control. Reminding us the only god we have now is him.
"The Fuhrer is righteous" It repeats unemotionally " Praise the Fuhrer, as he is your only salvation. You are nothing. You are needy. Abide by his word or face death. Heil Hitler!"
My mother is still deep within a restless sleep. My father, however, is not. He holds her close to him, eyes sleep deprived behind his eschewed glasses. At least they have each other. They graduated, they married, they had kids. They have accomplishments, and I? I'm stuck here, A fifteen year old girl on the brink of her life with no promise of future. Don't get me wrong though, I love life. Or so I did before all this. My family would be middle class. I've been blessed with opportunities,good grades, friends, and acceptation. I certainly could be worse off, but all of it was cut short.
Memories evoke. Cut short like my time with Caden.
"Addy, it's ok." He whispered reassuringly. I held him closer, feeling his warmth mix with my own. "We'll see each other again soon, don't worry."
"I don't want you to leave. I want you to promise me you won't be so stunned again. Just quit."
When his parents split Caden got really depressed. He was on an endless stream of drugs and was currently lying in a hospital bed recovering from fighting for his life after a serious overdose.
He looked at me hopelessly with his warm brown eyes.
"Promise me you will? Caden I don't want to lose you." I pleaded, tears welling.
"I'm not going to make you a promise I can't keep."
Resting my head on his chest, I lay beside him, staining his shirt with tears. We stayed like that until the nurse came in, telling me it was best to leave now.
I could have helped him. I could have been there at least, if it wasn't for the fact everyone not in pristine health condition was ordered dead the next day on Fuhrer's orders.
The alarm sounding the days food rations being sent in tore me from my thoughts and back into reality.