IRENE POV
My name is Irene Bernhardt. I am 13 years old, I am Jewish and I live in France. Until recently I had been living in fear, under the floorboards of one of our neighbours homes. I had thought we were safe. Oh how wrong I was.
I remember the day the soldiers came, they were the called the Nazis, they were there to exterminate us. We heard the cars pull up outside. Father told us all to hide in the small wardrobe in the corner. Mom managed to fit in there and so did my two sisters but not me.
Time was running out and I had nowhere to hide, Dad quickly find a gap between the wall and outside and I quickly and quietly lay down there, in that ditch. It was cold and the earth was damp, I was terrified, but I held my breath and didn't make a noise.
I didn't know where Dad was hiding, I was scared for him. I assumed that he would be somewhere by the wardrobe but there wasn't much cover down there, I knew he would do anything to protect us, but I had him tell my Mother that if the Nazis ever came to the house, we would be trapped.
Then, I heard them, the soldiers, they were under the floorboards, I was going to die, in this ditch, I was going to die. I don't remember much after that. I remember falling asleep, as gun fire flew around me, I fell asleep. Hoping that it would be over soon.
I woke up, it was dark, I was shivering, I couldn't hear anything apart from the steady pitter patter of the rain outside. I took in a large gasp of air and everything came flooding back to me. I quickly heaved myself out of the ditch, it was hard because my body was numb but I finally managed to get myself out of the ditch.
I looked around me. I couldn't see much, apart from the outline of the bodies on the ground, my bodies of my family. I could smell it too. It was terrible.
It was hard to make sense of my surroundings. I didn't know what do or where to go. I spotted the escape hole, I slowly moved towards it and peeped out. It was quiet. As if nothing had been disturbed. I crawled through the whole and looked around. There was no one there.
I decided my best option would be to walk. To walk until I found cover, I didn't know which way to go, I was still delusional. I walked towards the cover of the trees and just started walking until I collapsed. Thats where they had found. The Basterds thats what they were called. I called them my saviours. They had found me and they had saved me. They had taken me in. I loved them for that.
Chapter 2 will be uploaded soon. Sorry if its not very good, its my first proper fanfiction and I don't know much about France or Jew's, thanks. Please R&R,.