A/N: So this is my first fanfiction so give me some good criticism here. Thanks for reading. Review…please!
Uncontrollable Love
It was inescapable. As hard as we tried, we could never get away fast enough. Why did this man hate us so much when we never did anything to him?
By now you're probably wondering who he is. His name is Hitler. He and his German army were every where looking for us, the Jewish. My name is Isabella and I am in refuge because of my culture.
My family and I have been able to stay hidden for the last 2 years. At first it was easy to find hiding spots, but recently the Germans are doing everything in their power to find us and take us to these camps. I myself have only heard rumors about them but from what I've heard, it is not some place I want to go.
As I sat in our most recent hiding place, I couldn't help to think about all the other families out there in the same situation as us. I looked around at the small barn we were in. I saw my mother in the corner working on a sweater with twigs and yarn she had found in the trunk she was perched on.
My sister – Emilia – was sitting in front of me reading a book she was able to grab from the last house we were at. The book was about the Germans military, when I asked her why she was reading it, she replied, "I want to know what we're up against." I left her alone after that, only helping her if there was a word she could not pronounce, she was only 7 and wasn't able to finish kindergarten before we had to leave.
Father was running outside looking for food for us. I loved my father so much and trusted him with my life, but I couldn't help but worry myself sick while he was out there. I don't know how mother could just sit there so calm, me on the other hand, my knee was bouncing and I was biting my lips so hard that I couldn't feel it any more.
Everyone was startled out f the thoughts when the barn door started to open. Emilia ran over to me and my mother stood up against the wall. I leaned over the box that was covering the door from us, but my mothers' death glare sent me back.
"It's alright, it's just me," I heard the familiar voice of my father and instantly relaxed. I stood from the behind the box and walked over to father. His pockets were full with various types of food. In one there was a loaf of bread and an apple. I grabbed the food out of his pockets and put them on our make shift table.
"Father?" we were finished supper and Emilia was asleep and mother was getting ready to sleep.
"Yes, Isabella?" he turned over to me with a questioning look.
"How long are we going to stay here? We've been here over a week and I'm starting to get anxious." I looked up at him with what I assumed worried and sad eyes, seeing how his instantly softened from his usually hard eyes.
"Well, while I was out, I found someone following me" he stopped as I let out a loud gasp, "it's alright, I lost him a few miles away, that's why it took me so long. I'll discuss leaving tomorrow with your mother tonight."
"Kay." I stood from my spot on the floor and gave him a kiss goodnight before heading over to Emilia to sleep.
As I laid there, waiting for sleep to come, I thought about where our next destination was. Maybe we were going to another country, some Exotic Island all to ourselves. I fell asleep thinking of foreign birds and palm trees, knowing, in the back of my mind, that it was all a dream.