I stared up at the wall in front of me, my vision of the cracks and graffiti on the wall blurring as the soft tears overflowed from my eyes and fell down my cheeks, caressing my skin. Noticing a small hole in the wall, I walked towards it and rested my hands on either side as I leaned in, closing one eye, to look through the hole at the open deserted space between the two walls. In the distance I could see the West Berlin wall and then the buildings crawling up the wall and trying to get over it and be free.

A spasm of fear shot through me as I heard someone clearing their throat behind me. Automatically raising my hands from the wall to either side of my head in surrender, I stepped away from the wall. I felt a hand clamp down on my shoulder and I was spun around to face the dark green suited chest of a guard. The strap that attached to his belt went across his chest and led to his gun halter which of course was occupied. His hand had been clenched around the gun but now loosened.

"Kirsten?" I froze for a moment as I heard the voice and I knew why his hand had slacked on the gun. I gasped before sighing in relief as I fell forward to rest my head against the chest that I had been terrified of just a second ago. He faltered for a moment before his arms wrapped around my body, hugging me close and I let the sobs, which had been aching in my chest, out. "Kirsten? What's wrong?" He tried to push me back carefully by my shoulders but I refused to budge and just leaned into him more. After a while, once I had calmed down a bit and was no longer sobbing my eyes out, he tried again and succeeded so much so that he could see my face properly as he gently lifted my chin up to look him in the eyes. "Kirsten?" He pleaded, his eyebrows knitted together with concern.

"Nothings wrong." I mumbled, pulling my chin free and turning my gaze back to the ground.

"Don't lie to me Kirsten, you were crying. I wont tell anyone if that's what you want? Just tell me." He cupped my chin with his palm once again, lifting my head up but I didn't stare back at him; my gaze drifted around the area behind him, not wanting to look at him directly again.

"Me and Lukas-"

"Conrad Friedrich." A deep voice shouted through the air, cutting me off and saving me from having to speak, to which I thanked him. However as I turned my gaze to look to see who it was, I was dreading the feeling of relief that had begun to rise in me.

"Conrad Caesar." Friedrich said coldly, his hand falling frommy face to his side and glancing to him before turning to look back at me, hiseyes not looking at me but more like looking through me at the ground, imaginingit was Caesar and stabbing him with invisible knives that his eyes shot out.

"You've got a soft spot for Miss Stein I see?" He grinned and then carried on as I snapped my gaze to him in shock and horror. "Oh yes, I know your name. After that little commotion you caused the other day, I took the liberty of keeping an eye on you and as you know my name, I thought, why don't I find out yours? So I asked some people and there we go."

"What do you want?" Friedrich snapped, trying to end this conversation as soon as possible, or at least get to the main point.

"Manners Conrad." He said, chuckling to himself as he began pacing around us in a circle, his hands folded over one another behind his back. Something about Caesar always seemed to give off an uneasy vibe which you just wanted to run away from. "And I actually came to tell-" He paused as he saw my face in the light, the tear stains reflecting fragments of sun, sparkling against my skin, clear to him that I had been crying. "Oh, she's crying. Breaking girls' hearts I see Friedrich?"

"Leave her be." Friedrich said sternly.

"When did you start caring so much? Was it before or after the accident? Well, was it really an accident?" He started laughing once more but before he could drown in self amusement any longer, Friedrich's fist swung up and smacked him across the face. Caesar let out a growl and straightened back up, spitting out some blood from his mouth onto the ground. "I would punch you back but I know how to hurt you more." He turned his gaze to me, a mischievous, evil glint in his eyes as his mouth twisted into a smirk lined with his blood and the metaphorical blood he was about to shed. "Has he told you what happened when you were 16 yet?"

"Don't." Friedrich warned once again.

"Oh, don't worry, I'm done here. I've spiked her curiosity now. But I did come for a reason; someone asked permission to cross the border earlier." He said, glancing down before back to Friedrich as if not wanting to carry on but the look in his eyes told me he wanted to see what happened next after whatever he was going to say.

"Just leave Caesar. You've done enough damage."

"Their request was declined."

"I don't care! Why're you telling me this? It's got nothing to do with me whatsoever." Friedrich's callous voice began to rise and his face begun to flush with anger.

"They crossed anyway a little while later and were shot." Caesar went on, not seeming to notice the affect he was obviously having on Friedrich; whether this was part of his plan or not, I had no clue as his features threw nothing away and hid every thought and emotion he was feeling.

"Do I need to rephrase what I just said?" Friedrich snapped his head up to look to Caesar once again, the glare on his face ruthless and slightly chilling considering it was Friedrich.

"No, but you should know they crossed your station."

"I was here all day!" His voice finally morphed to thunder and shot out across the area.

"Obviously not, the Colonel's not happy at all; he'll be coming round later. Anyway, I shall leave you now, my job is done. Good day." He said. How had his character changed from well...evil and dangerous in my opinion to warning Friedrich and saying "good day"? He turned his gaze to me once, running his tongue along his teeth before smiling, two white points just jutting out under his upper lip from where his canines were obviously too big for his mouth however it gave him a dark evil like twist which ran along side his size to not put up a good image.

Once Caesar had left, walking casually down the wall, holding his gun closely to his side as his eyes scanned the area, I looked back to Friedrich to find him walking over to the wall and taking up his position again, a tired, wry expression lining the creases and features of his face.

"Friedrich?" I said warily, not knowing if he'd snap at me like before.

"It's ok, I'm not going to act like I did last time, you can stay if you want." He replied, answering my thoughts as if he could read them.

"Who was it?" I walked around to stand by his side, putting my hands in my pockets and leaning my weight against the wall.

"I don't know, they'll know when they bring them in if they don't just leave him out there." He said casually, as if it were a common occurrence. How someone could be so relaxed about someone who had died, I would never know.

"That's sick!" I blurted out, my body standing back up straight as I shouted, my hands flying up in the air as if I were swatting flies. "What about their families? What if you never identify them?"

"I don't know, I'm just a guard Kirsten." He sighed, slightly frustrated.

I was about to open my mouth saying that doesn't matter and he should know but I closed it again, sensing I was being too loud and his tone made me think he was getting irritated and was just as frustrated as I was. Plus from what I had just witnessed, I didn't really want to test my luck and be at the receiving end of one of his glares. "I'm sorry." I whispered instead.

"It's fine. Now will you tell me why you were crying?" He looked back up to me, our eyes meeting for a moment but then I chickened out and turned my gaze back to the floor as I leaned back against the wall.

"Me and Lukas just fell out..." I began talking once again, ready to tell him everything that had happened but then a thought suddenly over took me and I nearly fell to the ground, my body suddenly weighing a tonne and my legs becoming weaker and weaker. Placing my hands on the wall to catch myself, I felt a hand grip my arm and pull me back up. My gaze, locked with the ground, was definitely elsewhere, watching the scene that had happened in my house with Lukas and then running free into an imagination of horror.

"What is it?" Friedrich asked, making me jump back into reality, his hand still around my arm, worried I might fall over again.

"When did the person apply for crossing?" I asked, my voice trembling a bit, joining in with my hands as my eyes focused on the ground, trying to keep myself calm.

"I don't know, why? I can find out if you want?" Worry mixed with curiosity as he watched me.

"Thank you." The words barely made it out of my throat, let alone be audible.

He nodded in acknowledgment of the thanks and then paused for a moment before repeating what he had said before. "Why do you want to know?"

"It's just...Well." I sighed, seeing the image of a body over the wall before my eyes once again, blood seeping out of their body from the bullet wound onto the sand and dirt underneath them. Their body being left their forever slipped into my mind and after a while, only a skeleton remaining.

"What?" He asked again.

"I think I know who it is..."

And the sound of a gun ricocheted around my head.