If you had asked me what my teens years would be like I could not have imagined the hell I would have to endure. All the blood, fire, and screaming, all the pain, I would never wish it upon anyone, even if they were a mass murderer.
Well, I guess I should really introduce myself. My name is Emily Bekowsky and I was born in the year 1926 in Warsaw, Poland. Until the year 1939 I grew up in Warsaw with my parents and my amazing brother Stefan. Life in Warsaw was laid back and serene. Every free day that my brother and me managed to get we would go explore a new part of town or go out into the forests that surrounded our town. It was an amazing place to grow up, but all that changed in the year 1939.
There were many warning signs throughout the year. A couple of people would go missing every so often and no one thought anything of it. During one of these periods I found myself extremely bored, so I decided to look through all the missing flyers that had accumulated in one of my favorite areas of town. What I found was beyond anything I could have possibly imagined. I decided that someone would also be able to see the coincidence too. So I started to look for Stefan.
By the time I found him, well he found me, it was too late. There was gunfire and terrified screams everywhere. I would later fund out that this was the first attack of what would later become World War II.
"What's going on?" I yelled as Stefan ran up to me.
"I have no idea Emily" he responded. He looked as though someone had just punched him in the stomach and he was still trying to recover.
He looked at me and said, "We need to get out of here now."
I didn't say anything; I just nodded and followed him out of the city. I didn't dare ask about our parents for a long time. By the look on his face, Stefan probably did not want to talk about it. After about six hours of running we finally made it to the outskirts of the forest that had surrounded our town. We still ran though, we did not know if anyone had followed us or not. A couple of hours after sunset we found a secluded area next to a little creek. Stefan didn't dare light a fire, just incase someone happened to see us. I have no idea how long we sat there in silence, but after a while I felt someone pick me up and set me down on his or her lap.
"Don't worry," Stefan said, "it's just me."
I curled up in his arms and asked the question that had been bothering me ever since we had left Warsaw.
"Where are mom and dad?"
"I have no idea Emily, I have no idea."
I fell asleep on his lap after a couple more minutes. I think Stefan was just glad I hadn't pushed him on the subject. For the next couple of months we were on the run. From sunrise to sunset we did not stop. I was honestly just happy to be with Stefan. Unfortunatley, this happiness was not meant to last.