Holocaust.

 

I want to go home. This place is where the devil should live. People are dying innocently. I see blood stains on the shirts that have been worn throughout the days. No one knows what’s coming to them and I’m scared. The smoke that’s in the air smells like dead people. They kill people right in front of you and see the fear in you. My flesh on my forearm burns and throbs. Now all that lies upon my forearm is the number J197241. That is all I am anymore I am not Chaya or Hannah but only a number. My identity was stripped from me and is only left a number. My hair is shaved from my head. I feel so very scared to know the ground I walk on, the place I sleep in innocent Jews have died in. I could be next. At any time they could take my life like it means nothing. I see the faces of people around me and the look as scared and feared of death at any minute as I am.

                             Love, Hannnah/ Chaya

(from my point of view based on the book the Devils arithmetic)