A/N: Woah, I actually got a reaction to my ancient writing? It gives me an idea for another old thing to put up, but we shall see, hmm?
Okay, so I've changed the tense in this one and edited it so that not every sentence starts with 'she'. Man, I seriously couldn't write a few months ago. I don't even know if I can now, to be honest.
Disclaimer: I own this as much as I own a Grand Piano. And I don't own a Grand Piano. Wouldn't mind one, though.
She shivers as she rests against the harsh metal at her back, ignoring the sensation of scratchy wood on her legs through her nightgown. Tilting her head against the corrugated iron, she recognizes the fact that she is entirely alone in the shelter. Nobody is there to whisper to, to confide in, to share the moment of sheer relief when they could exit. Nobody. There had been the children from the house next door, but they had been taken away to a safer place; to the countryside. There had been her neighbors, but they had visited some friends and been killed.
War, she muses, is a horrible thing. It tears out people's souls and destroys them inside. Only when they find complete solace, can they be free and safe once more. She jumps as she hears a bomb, clearly far away but still with enough impact to make the ground tremble slightly and leave a thundering boom ringing in her ears. She curses at herself for her reaction, but she couldn't help it. A saying forms in her head… Something about reverting back to nature and a flight or flight situation, or along those lines. She reverts back to her upbringing, her home country, her background. Hearing another bomb, she shudders, allowing a small whimper to cross her lips. Releasing an unknown breath somewhere from the depths of her lungs, she forces herself to remember. She is safe, no longer in Germany. No longer in a place where she was threatened and discriminated against for being whom she was. She couldn't help it, nobody could. She was who she was. Inside and out, she was Ziva David. A Jewish woman caught up in the middle of World War Two. A woman who isn't exactly sure if she's where she is supposed to be.