A/N – I do not own the characters in or Twilight in any way. All rights are reserved to Stephanie Meyers.

The theme of WW2 however, is my idea. (ALL HUMAN).

Times have changed

Esme's P.O.V.

Only three years ago, my life was normal.

I had a family, a life. Now everything was being destroyed before my eyes, and I all I could do was just sit and watch as the world came to destruction before my feet.

But times have changed. And it was all because of one man, with one aim.

To get rid of everyone like me.

I kicked the debris that littered the streets from last night's air raids. The members that were left from the broken family were huddled together in a tight circle.

It was just the fifteen year old daughter, her ten year old brother and their one month old sister. Their mother had been killed; their father was in the army.

How did I know?

I was their next door neighbour.

Notice the was. I was their next door neighbour, but I doubted they would ever remember who I was.

I doubt anyone would know who I am now. For I'm not a person anymore, I'm a label.

People don't see me for who I am. They don't think I have feelings like they do.

I'm the reason why this is going on.

I'm Esme Platt.

I'm a Jew.

It's 1942, the stores I stroll be each day have either been ransacked by Nazi forces, or my community torn apart by the men they call soldiers.

I look everywhere and I'm shut out of the world. "Jude" is scrolled over the shop windows, the star of David bedside it.

I do not belong.

The star of David is stitched onto my trench coat, people look at me and avoid me, and I know, I do not belong.

"Come on, Sarah. We don't want to be associated with these types of people." The woman walked past me, whispering into her child's ear.

She didn't think I would hear, but of course, I did. I always did.

The alleyway was dark and dismal, much like the weather, much like the world.

I lived each day living on the edge, waiting, just waiting for the day I would be taken away. And I was scared, I'm not denying it, I was scared.

I'd seen what they had done to my friend's family after they realised they had been hiding my cousins in their cellar.

They were lined up on the streets, their hands behind their heads, German rifles pointed straight for them. The public were made to watch, and one by one, they shot them all; my friend, her family and my cousins.

The youngest was only eight. The youngest was my cousin, Kristina.

I was saved from death by the fact that they couldn't find me. I was hidden from view in my new family's flat, but I watched, and I sobbed, as the last of my family were killed by means of war.

"Esme!" Justyna's voice seemed to shock me out of my trance like state.

I hadn't noticed how cold it had become. My arms were hugging my body tightly and I realised, with slight embarrassment, that I had tears rolling down my cheeks. Brushing them away quickly, I looked up to find Justyna, my only friend, walk up to me.

"You shouldn't think about it, Esme." She took her place on the wall next to me.

"Then I would be pleased to know that you've come up with a way I can forget?" Clutching my hand, she sighed in defeat.

I laughed bitterly.

"But of course, Justyna, you would never know. It's not like you've lost your entire family."

"Esme!" She exclaimed loudly.

It was a low blow, but I was just so angry with the world.

"Why me, Justyna? Why us?" Angry tears began to fall thicker and faster and she pulled me into her.

"I don't know Esme; really, if I had the answer to that question then I would know how to end this stupid war."

I exhaled nosily and she brushed the tears away from my cheeks.

"Come on darling." She pulled me off the wall, fastening the top button of my coat. "Anna will be waiting for us."

Her hand found mine as we walked down the destroyed back streets and to the place we called home.

"You never know, Esme; there's always hope for a better tomorrow."

Her smile lit her face up and her eyes sparkled causing the dark tunnel that controlled my life, to ebb away just that little bit.

A/N – This is the basis of the first chapter. It's explaining Esme's situation and back drop.

I hope you like it, and of course, once I get it going and things prepared, I'll have a better version up.

What do you think of it so far?

Katie :)