The Life Of Being A Slave

As me and my father stayed together we did our best to stay strong for my mother and my little brother. the only thing that was hurting us was seeing innocent people dying and getting beat up. It was a everyday thing that neither me or my father can get used to. but as the hours went by, the guards checked our teeth for any gold crowns. I didn't have any but my dad seemed to have two of them. They pulled them out as if they were digging for treasure. His mouth was pouring blood once they took the crowns out. I was mad because they didn't even give my dad anything to stop the bleeding in his mouth. But once his mouth got a little better be had orders to work in the crematory where we cremate dead and living bodies. We couldn't deny the fact that we have to work in their so we just did it, because if we don't listen to the person who gives us orders, then you will go to the chamber or get shot in the back of the head.  So once we stepped foot in the crematory I started to cry because I seen little kids and babies stacked up onto each other with bullet holes in there head or if they been used as target shots.