Creative Writing: Fear And Loathing

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Fear and Loathing I hadn't even realized that I'd fallen asleep until my eyes fluttered open. The smell of sickness and death refilled my nostrils. To think I'd almost gotten used to it... My legs were numb from sitting down in this cramped space. This wasn't meant for people, this was meant for cattle. My eyes must have been permanently adjusted to the darkness by now, and they searched around for my sick grandmother. “Babcia?” I called out in my native language. I felt her brittle hand close around mine as a sign she was still there. My grandfather was next to me, so I didn't have to worry about him. Even though it wasn't, it felt so long since I ran the family shop with my grandparents... before it all happened. “Feliks?” My grandmother called out from the front of the shop. “Yes, Babcia?” I replied, sorting different …show more content…

“Babcia!” I yelled, and panic rose on my grandfather's face. My grandmother just sent me a smile – I assumed she was too sick and confused to realize what was going on. Before I knew it, my grandfather was separated from me as well. He was with other elderly and sick men, and they were being herded towards a corridor on the left, like sheep. I was too shocked and confused to comprehend what was going on. I felt as if I was in a tunnel, slowly reaching the light at the end of it. I wanted to cry, sleep, run, and vomit all together. I was scared. I only realized I wasn't in some twisted nightmare when I could feel the stinging of a number being tattooed into my inner arm, and it seemed like the next minute I was watching my brown hair fall onto the floor in locks. I felt myself being forced through a shower, if I could even call it that. The water felt as cold as ice, and the smell of death still clung to me. Everyone was given worn out blue and some form of white pajamas. They made me miss my old clothes, even if they had the Star of David embedded on

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