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Auschwitz - COMPLETE	By : Hayley666 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > HIM Views: 2559 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of HIM. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Auschwitz
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8 + poem.
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-18
- 19-19
- 20-20
- 21-21
- 22-Happy ending
- 23-Sad ending
- 24-Happy ending
- 10
- 11
- 12
Ville.

I'm just a dirty, filthy Jew. Nobody wants me. I'm useless, stupid scum off the earth. Why else would I be here? I'm being punished for something I must have done. I must have done something wrong. This is my punishment. Starvation, grueling work, harsh punishments, lack of water and the constant smell, sight, and sound of death. But the question is, what have I done wrong? Is it simply because I was born? Was it because, when I was 5, I let my Nan’s pet bird free? I wish I knew what I did, and then I could make up for it.

"GET UP YOU LAZY BASTARDS! TIME FOR ROLL CALL! MOVE OR YOU WILL BE PUNISHED!" Came a voice, followed by a loud banging on the barracks door. See, I must have done something wrong. I'm lazy too, and I deserve to be punished. I belong here, and its time to start acting like I belong here. No one wants me, not even Bam.

Bam.

I wake up alone, to Scrap licking my face. How did he get here? He must have squeezed through the cat flap in the back door. I sigh and get to my feet, to find myself covered in blood and mud. I'm filthy, both inside and out. I must be, how else can I do what I do? How can I be clean, innocent pure when I murder people for a living? Day in day out, I put people to their deaths for little more reason than that they are a Jew, black, disabled, gypsies and Gays...like me. I should be putting myself to death; it’s all I deserve. I'm cold hearted and made of stone.

"MURDERER...MURDERER...MURDERER..." Came the voices in my head. I look up and see the dead, wide eyed and white skinned, thin as anything, pointing, chanting, and staring. Moving towards me. They're right, I AM a murderer. I deserve to have suffered; I don't deserve to be loved. Not even by Ville.

Ville.

I deserve to be punished for what I did, no matter what that was. I must have done something wrong, and I need to be punished. During roll call, a guard inspects us, making sure we are neat and tidy. I make a point of looking scruffy, and am slapped for my efforts. Good, I deserve it. During work, I am forced to carry large heavy rocks and transport them across the camp. I don't try, and often drop the materials I'm transporting.

"You stupid Jew, pick that up!" Whip. I deserve it.

"You. Are. Useless!" Whip. I deserve it.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING YOU BASTARD!" Whip. I deserve it.

A dozen fresh wounds lay raw on my back. My skin peels and my blood soaks my shirt. I am in agony, but I deserve it. I have done something wrong, and, until I find out what that is, I have to be punished. I'm a dirty filthy Jew. I'm scum of the earth, lazy and stupid, this is how I'm meant to live my life. Forever punished, forever in pain.

Bam.

I need to suffer for my sins. I am a murderer, a stone cold, and heartless monster. I feel so worthless. I killed my brother, my mother disowned me, and day after day, I watch the suffering of others - for a living. As I wonder home, I punch a brick wall and feel my fingers break in the process. I deserve it. The voices in my head build up again, the chant of 'Murder' louder every time. I take the razor I still have in my hand to my already scarred body with every word.

"MURDERER..." A slash to my left arm. I deserve it.

"MURDERER..." A slash to my stomach. I deserve it.

"MURDERER..." A slash to my right leg. I deserve it.

New self-made cuts cover my body left right and center. Thin lines of blood drip steadily, soaking through my already filthy clothes. I'm in agony, but I deserve it. I’m a cold-blooded murderer with a heart of stone. I'm paid for other peoples suffering. This is how I'm meant to live my life. Forever driven insane by the dead, forever suffering from my own mind.

Ville.

"Momma!" I cry, spotting my mother through the barbed wire. She spots me and smiles, tears of happiness drip steadily down my face.

"Ville! My Poika! Your alive," She says in awe, as she gingerly approached the fence. I smile, and reach through the barbed wire, taking her hand in mine.

"So are you Momma...oh god, I can't believe its really you." I cry, fresh tears dripping from my eyes. Carefully, my mother reaches through the barrier between us and wipes them away.

"Oh Poika, don't cry, I want you to be strong for me my darling. You don't deserve to be here, you deserve to be happy. You will get out of here. Promise me Ville,” She whispers. I nod.

"I promise Momma, I'll survive, but only if your promise to survive too," I say, looking at my mother. She smiles slightly and tears fall from her own eyes.

"Oh Ville, my prince, I'll try, but I'll only try to live, if I know you'll be doing the same," She asks, she’s serious. I smile and nod yet again.

"I promise Momma,"

"And I promise too Poika..."

Bam.

"Mom?" I can't believe it, waiting for me as I return home is my mother. As she spots me at the door, she run's over and embraces me.

"Bam, honey, oh god, I'm so sorry, I love you darling," She stands back and looks at me with a smile. "Oh darling...what have I done to you?"

"Ape...mom...what are you doing here? You disowned me!" I cry, trying not to raise my voice. She lets a tear fall and I find myself wiping it away. "Oh mom, don’t cry," I plead.

"I'm sorry I disowned you darling...I was in shock. I know that Jess walked to his own death! But I couldn't accept that. I blamed you when I shouldn't have. You don’t deserve to lose those you love; you must have suffered so much already. Oh Bam promise me that one day you'll forgive me!" She cries, barely stopping for air.

"Only if you promise to forgive me for letting Jess die," I ask, I still feel so guilty for his death. I need my mother’s forgiveness.

"I promise, and I forgive you darling," Mom sobs as she embraces me in another hug.

"I forgive you too Mom, I promise you," I cry, holding my mother tight.

Ville.

"Oh Bam, I thought you weren't coming back, I thought you didn't care!" I cry, embracing the American in a hug as soon as we are alone. He hugs me back just as tight. I feel his tears dampen my shoulder.

"Oh god Ville, I felt so worthless, I didn't think you'd ever want me!" He cries in return.

"I feel so worthless too Bammie, like I belong here! Do I belong here Bam? Have I done something wrong? Do I need to be punished?" I ask as he sits back and lets me rest in his lap.

"Willa, you are not worthless, you are the most amazing person I have ever meet. You don't deserve to be here, you don't deserve to be punished!" He says, forcing me to look in his eyes. "You beautiful," He kisses me. "Your smart" He kisses me. "Your funny" He kisses me. "I am the one who deserves to be here. I'm a cold blooded murderer with a heart of stone," He says, looking deep into my eyes. His own shine with tears and so I force my lips upon his.

"No Bammie. You are amazing; you’re saving my life. How does that make you heartless? You clean up all my wounds. How does that make you heartless? You give me food. How does that make you heartless? Bam, don't be made to believe that you are any different," I say, kissing him yet again.

"And the same to you Willa. Don't let anyone let you believe you deserve that!" He replies. Smiling, he hands me some food. I thank him with a kiss and I sit and eat in silence, occasionally stopping to press my lips against his.

"Bammie, you know how you said you were falling for me?" I ask. He nods. "Do you still feel that way?" Bam smiles widely.

"Of course Ville. I'm falling for you. I'm falling hard." He says, beaming.

"And I am falling for you too darling, so hard I'm scared," I say with a smile. Our lips crash passionately together as we pull ourselves into each other’s loving embraces.

Then the door opens...

Bam

"Oh Bam, I thought you weren't coming back, I thought you didn't care!" Ville cries the second I get him on his own. We embrace and I feel his tears soak through my shirt.

"Oh god Ville, I felt so worthless, I didn't think you'd ever want me!" I cry.

"I feel so worthless too Bammie, like I belong here! Do I belong here Bam? Have I done something wrong? Do I need to be punished?" He asks as he settles himself into my lap. I'm shocked at his questions.

"Willa, you are not worthless, you are the most amazing person I have ever meet. You don't deserve to be here, you don't deserve to be punished!" I protest, connecting our eyes, "You beautiful," A kiss. "Your smart" A kiss. "Your funny" A kiss. "I am the one who deserves to be here. I'm a cold blooded murderer with a heart of stone," I sob, looking deep into his emerald eyes. His eyes shine with tears.

"No Bammie. You are amazing; you’re saving my life. How does that make you heartless? You clean up all my wounds. How does that make you heartless? You give me food. How does that make you heartless? Bam, don't be made to believe that you are any different," He pleads, kissing me. I smile.

"And the same to you Willa. Don't let anyone let you believe you deserve that!" I say. I refuse to let Ville feel as low as I have. He eats the food I bring him in silence, but keeps me entertained my planting kisses on my smiling lips.

"Bammie, you know how you said you were falling for me?" He asks suddenly. It’s so out of the blue, especially after his reaction to it. "Do you still feel that way?" I smile, of course I do.

"Of course Ville. I'm falling for you. I'm falling hard." I say, my smile widening.

"And I am falling for you too darling, so hard I'm scared," Ville says, and my heart races. We meet in a passionate embrace, holding each other close as our tongues dance.

Then the door opens...
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