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I am a prisoner.

I am alone and freezing. They have to let me out today. I didn't have time to sweep yesterday. It makes me sick! The smell, the gaurds, the other prisoners... it makes me gag! It pains me to hear the horrifying screams ofagony when they're taken to the room. I don't know what happens there, though. All I know is that if I behave, I won't get thrown in there, that wretched place to blow out the souls of my people. And why do they do it, you ask? Because we're Jewish. Everyone in this place is Jewish, except for the Gaurds. I look up. There's a gaurd at thee doorway. "Out." he growls intensly. I nod quickly and scramble to my feet. Today I will see daylight. I have to sweep though. I hold onto my pencil and peice of paper and rush outside. I start sweeping for a while and welcome the warm and friendly rays of sunlight onto my bloody and bruised body. I am quite bloody, my dirty blonde hair is tangled, and my sea-blue eyes have no shine to them. Definetly a pathetic appearance, right? I'm not someone you want to look at. It's getting dark, and I savor all the moments as best as I can. I hear footsteps and turn to see a small girl, about my age. I want to sy something. But my lips are sealed. She looks delicate and rich. I don't feel jealousy. She waves a fair hello and has a beautiful smile. I can feel my face start to heat up and I put my pencil and paper to use. I scribble a sentence and I fold it into a paper airplane. My father taught me a long time ago how. But he must have done something wrong, because he was taken to the room. I am an orphan, by the way. I know, pitiful. When I'm satisfied with my work, I see the girl has curiously come closer. I point back and motion her to back up. She nods and follows my instructions. I smile and toss the plane over the wired fence. She catches it and unfolds it. She reads and hugs my letter. I blush a thousand shades of red but she waves good bye and runs away, with her lovely smile. I wave a frail bye back. I hope I'll get to see her tommorrow. I hope she'll send me a letter. The gong sounds and I return to my desolate cell, wondering what will happen tommorrow.

I have no freedom.

I rub my eyes open and blink for a few seconds. It's morning, and why do I feel happy? That's right! I'll hopefully get to see her. Today all the prisoners get some fresh air. I have to wait a bit, because I got up early. I want to look nice, but that's pretty impossible, considering what I've been through and my state. I am bloody and my rags are torn and muddy, swaying in the frosty breeze.

((I'll fin later))

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN THIS!!! It's from a song! I basically own nothing!