*Hey, guys. This story kind of strikes a nerve, this subject is really… well, delicate for me. So, for this story, I might not like as much criticism as I normally would. Of course, I always want to know what I can do better. But don't say "this sucks, you can improve on A LOT of things." You know? Greatly appreciated. Thanks!*
There's no place to hide. There never is. You think you can hide from them, but you're wrong. They'll find you. They have a way. And when they find you, they won't hesitate to take you to a place where you'll die. And if you don't die, you will want to. Believe me on this, I know.
I don't know why they want to take us. Do they even want to? Maybe they were threatened by the Big Man to capture us, the innocents, so they won't die. Isn't that selfish? I would rather die than capture innocents. Actually, I would rather none of this happen. But that is just my opinion. And why would anyone, especially the Big Man, care about the opinion of a 12-year-old? I'm sure the Big Man doesn't even know I exist. He doesn't know about any of the innocents' lives or futures. He just kills us. It doesn't make sense. Does it?
Sorry, I must be going too fast.
My name is Edelia Rosenthal. I live in Germany, which my mom, and my two brothers, Karlee and Armand. My mother took into consideration what are names meant, and that's what we would become. She was right. My brother Armand is 15 years old, and his name means protective. Which he is, almost too much. He will go to anything to keep our family safe. And my younger brother Karlee, his name means strength and power, which is also true. He is only eight but has the strength of a grown man, and maybe more. Mom is so proud of him. My name, Edelia, means bravery. Now, I may not be shy, but I don't seem like the brave kind of person.
But I will find out.
Now, I guess I should start with The First Day…