I pulled him behind a random and large bush out behind the old barn. The sunset was slowly fading and darkness was rolling in. There were a few subtle rolls of thunder to be heard in the complete silence. I placed my hand on his cheek, my lower lip quivering. "I love you," I whispered quietly, kissing his cold forehead. His cheeks were drained of color and his body was completely motionless. I could feel a warm tear slip down my cut nose. The salty tear stung as it entered the fresh cut. A cool breeze rushed by me, a strong storm was rolling in. I felt my life was breaking into a million pieces right before my eyes. This one boy I had come to love was now gone from my life entirely. I grabbed his small, pale hand and held it to my cheek. I cradled his hand close to my face. It smelled of gunpowder and blood. Not a very sweet smelling combination, but one that brought back memories. Memories of me being something I was never meant to be.

I am Hannelore Hilter, the unknown daughter of Adolf Hitler.

I sat on the wooden porch at my family's Austrian home. The weather was warm and inviting. Summer of 1942 was here and I was ready to relax and prepare for the rest of my life. I was also finally able to take a breath after a long, few weeks of planning speeches for my father and organizing my 18th birthday. My excitement was running high. My father came out the back door and spotted me, my nose deep into his book, Mein Kampf.

"Hannelore," He shouted to me.

I looked up. "Hallo Vati!"

My father walked over to me and sat next to me on the swing. "How's my book?" He asked, "Is it any good?" He laughed.

"Ja," I said, placing my finger on page 137 and closing the top of the book. "You sure know how to write a book. If anything, you should have been an author, not a politician."

"Hannelore, you know, I think I am officially running in Germany's next election. I can and will improve the lives there," he said, wrapping his arm around my bare shoulders. "You'd be proud of me, right?"

I looked confused. "Vati, Germany is a republic, is it not? And isn't your idea… well… is a dictatorship?" I asked.

"Yes." He said, staring at the grass. It was about three inches long and needed to be cut by the gardener. "I'm going to be chancellor, then BAM! I'll change the government to a dictatorship." He gave me an evil cackle and left.

"Vati!" I shouted after him.

He turned around. "Was, Hannelore?" he asked, his comb-over slightly messed up due to the rather strong wind.

"Will you be publishing this book soon?" I asked.

"Nein… Maybe later in my lifetime… Why?"

"Vati… people may get suspicious. You know with the whole perfect race thing… I'm not questioning your authority Vati, but rather pointing out items that may destroy your chance of winning the election," I said, flashing a cheesy smile at the end.

He smiled back at me and walked into the back door. I bunny-flapped a page in the rough draft and stood up. My dress was crinkled and I ran my dry hands against the floral dress in hopes of smoothing out the wrinkles. I put a pair of brown, strap-on sandals and walked up the gravel driveway and walked to my neighbor's home. My best friend, Lukas Krause, lived next door. He and I had been friends since, well quite frankly, since I remember. A few weeks ago, he made a relationship changing comment. It all started with him and I taking our regular walk though the plush, Austrian country-side. Lukas stopped me in front of one of the many, clear blue creeks that run through these meadows. He pushed me into one of the deepest ends.

I felt his cold, clammy hands on my exposed back, and I felt my body lift off the ground then in ice cold water. I went under and bobbed up.

"LUKAS!" I yelled. "Help me out!"

He laughed and crouched down to me. We grabbed hands and just as he pulled me up the muddy bank, he stopped and whispered to me, "Hannelore, the non-existent child, I love you. For more than a friend, for more than a sister," he said.

I was taken aback. I had known Lukas for almost all my life, and this came to me as a shock.

Lukas pulled me out and I stared at him for a couple seconds, my teeth chattering. Then wrapped my arms around my shoulders and walked back home and didn't talk to him for a few days. Finally, I have the courage to talk to him like an adult.

As I approached the Krause's driveway, an uneasy feeling washed over me. Lukas could have possibly ruined our many years of friendship or turned it into something totally new. The one thing I knew for sure was that I didn't want to lose him. I could see his parents white home at the top of the little hill and I heard a door snap shut. I took one deep breath and stepped forward. The walk seemed like an eternity. As a felt I grew closer, the house seemed to move back farther. Suddenly, like that, Lukas stood in front of me.

"Hannelore. I am so sorry about what happened a few days ago. I never intended to tell you, but it just…well came out," Lukas said, looking away.

I placed my right hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry. It's all good. I'm not sure how I feel… I mean, there is so much going on with my life. And because mein Vati running for chancellor, I think I'm moving to Germany. Not cool. But, hey, you should be moved out by now, come live with us. You are my best friend after all," I said, hugging him. I felt him sigh and he hugged back.

I heard the front door open and then snap shut again. "Hannelore!" I heard his mom shout. "Your father rang over. Better get home, some important guests are coming, I guess…" she said.

"Danke, Mrs. Krause!" I said. I kissed Lukas' cheek and ran home.