The Diary of Annie Frank
There is that noise again. It sounds like a knock on the front door. We sit cowardly in the corner of our room. Listening, not making a noise. Holding our breath, something that we are very good at. When all of a sudden the door is flung open, shards of wood are strewn over the floor. Mrs. Van Daan is screaming now, uncontrollably. I can’t get her attention. I am yelling at her and the others to grab hold of themselves. Get control I tell them. It is no use; no one will listen to me or even look at me. The fear is in their eyes.
The guards are now yelling and giving orders to all of us to get in the corner of the room and stop talking. Mr. Van Daan is trying to escape through the window. He is seen by the guard and shot. He died instantly. Mrs. Van Daan runs to her husband’s side. She picks up a rock and flings it at the guard who shot her husband and hits him in the face. The guard delivers a blow to her head and she too is dead. Peter is going crazy now. Mom and Dad try and hold him back. I am crying now and can hardly control myself when the guards yell at us to silence ourselves or we will be shot. Mr. Dussell, who was hiding behind us, came running out and swung at the guard but received a gun butt to the face and another blow to his head and he died a slow painful death.
We are taken by the guards to Belsen, a concentration camp where we meet up with some of our neighbors. We we’re separated by gender. Margot, my mother and I as all the other women have to shave our heads. We have to take cold bathes and have no clothes to wear.
My father and Peter have to work in the fields with no clothes on their backs and have to sleep in tiny little barracks as we did too. It has been six months now since entering the concentration camp when my sister, Margot and my mother, Mrs. Frank suddenly take ill and die.
Just when I was feeling the end was coming for me also, we received news...