Chapter 1: The Dream
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I am running as fast as I can, as fast as my legs can carry me, running for my life. I cannot turn around, for the danger behind me is too grave to tell. I hear a loud voice shouting behind me and footsteps coming from heavy military boots, "Go, get her, come on!", and I hear a blood curdling scream and notice it was coming from me. I wake up from my restless sleep with beads of sweat forming on my forehead. I hear muffled footsteps and dark long shadows casted near the staircase, near my room. My parents rushed in to see where the screaming is coming from. They find me awake, in my bed. "What happened" both of my parents said in unison.
"I-I" I stammered after a long pause I had finally had the guts to say something.
"I think we shouldn't stay here anymore" My parents awkwardly looked at each other, confused….wonderstruck."
"And why do you say so?" My mom asked curiously
"I had a dream….." I trailed off "The Nazi's were after us….me"
"That's never going to happen at least yet….we are a family , we are together. Even if anything were to happen we would be together no matter what." Mom said
'Mom what if.." I got cut off by dad.
"Don't worry about it, you're safe here"
They both left the room quietly, filling my head with million thoughts and suspicions. What if they were…. I don't think so , why would they ever want anything bad to happen to me? Why would they ever be a part of the Nazi's? Probably not, if they were I would know….or would I? But at the same time what if they didn't want me anymore? Tears started to swell up in my eyes. I have gotten on their nerves many times. They would always tell me to "grow up" or "act more like my age". They would always ask me how old I was, 16 I Would reply. "And is that the way a young lady would act" I knew the answer right away, it was no. I lost my train of thought when I heard muffled voices. I listened to the hushed voices and assumed they were my parents frantic whispers.
"Jasper, what if Iris is right maybe we should leave…. With all the commotion" my mom said
"Andrea, now your acting no better than Iris herself. We have to be the bigger person, an example for her." Dad said
'But you know we should be taking care of her, not scare her, she's 16 Jasper. What if she….the camps….the Nazi's….the soldiers." Mom paused "You knowwhy we hid her all these years." Mom exclaimed. "She is beautiful, though she doesn't want to admit it. Men look at her like she is some kind of….." Mom was scared out of her wits Dad tried to calm her, but that didn't' exactly go as planned.
I still did not understand what my mom had said I am not the kind of striking girl that turns heads as soon as she walks through the door. Though people so stare at me. Me pretty? Uh …..er…um…..no. I never thought I was pretty In my eyes I am as normal can be. I am 5'7, I have light black to my back. My eyes fade from black to dark brown in the light, so as my hair. I am tan from going outside too much. One day I was walking down the street to get some eggs from the local store, when a couple of boys were just looking at me. I swear I heard one say: "Too bad she is a Jew" I was so angry at those sick minded … I can't even say the word. I swear I was about to punch him where it really hurt. You might think I am a girl I can't do anything, Oh boy! Then you really don't know me. Once at school I was being beat up from this one boy so I punched him in the face, and that bruised stayed there for a whole month. Then it got me thinking about the Nazi's how was I supposed to beat them up?
"You know,, they actually have humanity they won't torture her. You know you can't hit a girl" Dad had said.
" But you know the conditions are horrible, many people die, we should hide. I don't care if we get caught as long as Iris stays safe, It is always better to be safe then sorry" Mom said desperately trying to win her side of the story.
"Look at the people in those…ovens" Mom said, her voice shattering.
"That doesn't mean it has to be us….okay case closed, now go to bed" Dad had said
That was the last I heard of their conversation, we should have hid I told them, but we didn't know the horror waiting for us at our door the next morning. I fell asleep, into a deep trance.