Chapter 1
My name is Cleopatra Jane Heinrich (My mum got the name Cleopatra from Egyption history, which she we learning at the time) And this is my story.
Born and raised in the eastern part of war torn Germany. Being the youngest of the five eldest Heinrich children wasn't easy. My eldest brother was hardly ever there,but I still loved him. You see, he had to start working at 13 year's old. He is one of the most loveing people I had ever met, and that wasn't many at that time. Just like in some other country's the German's were promised to other children at a younge age. Hilda. That was her name. And they lothed each other right from the start. Hilda was my idear of the perfect role moddle. And she lived up to the part for me.
She was always there for me when ever I was lost, alone, beaten, and hungry. Her famaly was mine and mine was her's. The only time she and Albert got along, was when I was there and even then it was strained. To polite, to stright forward. The only real time they got along was when I cried. I was only to happy to do so. I always held in my tear's when I was with other people. I hardly ever cried on perpose. When ever I did that, I felt that they realy loved me and each other. But every day, when they thought I was asleep, away or to busy to notice, they would fight. So after a few year's of this, I told them, to their face's, that if they didn't stop I would do something drastic. Then they shut up didn't they? I was three when I said that. 'Teenages' I would say to myself. But when I was five they did it again,for the first real time in year's. They thought that I would have forgoten what I had said. But Even now I remember. Eighteen and I remember something I said when I was three. Funny how life works isnt it?
But I did do someting drastic, he had to go away again and they had just had a fight. Albert was still fuming, I could tell. Sometime's I could hear thing's. I thought people would say something out loud, but I could hear their thought's! I knew they had both thought that I had forgoten. Everyone was there to say goodbye.My mother holding baby Melody who had been born earlyer last month.My older sister and my 2 other brother's.My sister was 5 year's younger than Albert and my 2 brother's were 2 year's younger that her. Even Hilda, though she had been litraly dragged over. Sixteen they were. Like myself my brother was the only other person in all of Berlin who had golden blond hair and blue eye's. We were all there same as always.Hilda had looking after me over at her house. She still held onto me. Finaly he got to me, as you could have imagend, I was very sad he had to leave again so soon. I had just had my fith birthday you see. As always he picked me up and hugged me, the last time he could do it for a while. As always he told me to stay out of the way as he backed out, and Hilda held my shoulder's as a precortion. But this time as he backed out, I maneged to escape Hila's tight grip. I could hear everyone shout out as I got closer but he didn't pull up in time. I remember as I just lay there, the blood poring out of my head, the question both Hilda and Albert asked at the same time, "Why did you do it?" I turned to face them,as I slowly began to pass out, I whispered, "I told you I would do something drastic."