After they had trialed me for two hours, they threw me in solitude for time that I cannot remember. My body was numb from being tortured and I barely felt the ground cut and slice into my skin as they threw my limp body in there. There were no windows, only a small sliver of light that shone from the creak in the heavy brass door. The room was bitter and smelled of blood. I had no tears left to bear, instead I brought my scraped knees up to my chest and rested my head on them. I closed my eyes hoping that I would freeze to death, instead of become the enemy. While I waited for sleep to come, my thoughts went to Joe, my dear Joe. My heart began to ache and wither for him to hug and and tell me we'll get out of this. I only just started to be with him, so long ago. It seemed, but nothing was to take me out of this hell. Nothing, no one knew where I was. The Red Cross probably assumed that I was at home taking care of my parents, not even debating that my plane had been shot do! wn in Poland and them taking the lives of the people and just grabbing me. Their words still loud and clear, "Is she alive?!" One German says with his heavy accent. "She's breathing, take her in. She's for the red cross, we can use her" Blood trickled down my forehead and I wiped it away hastily. I felt shivers go down my spine and then in a second, I was surrounded by the faint beauty of unconsciousness. When I awoke again, the door was creaked and food had been shoved my way. I looked at it, it was
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