Chapter 7:
January 16, 1942
Ansgar tossed and turned in his iron bed. He had been in that asylum for days; he had tried to tell them; they wouldn't listen.
"Sie kommen,"He had said over and over again. His eyes stared blindly to the ceiling; repeating it over and over again.
"Sie kommen, Sie kommen, Sie kommen..." (Translation: They are coming.)
The door to the blank, lifeless room opened. A shadowy figure of a doctor appeared in front of the German boy, and took out a long shot with some mysterious liquid. The Ansgar resited, screaming in fear, "Sie kommen...Hilf mir! Bitte...Ich gehöre nicht hierher! Lass mich raus! Oh, lieber, lassen Sie mich bitte ... Jemand, Helft mir!" (Translation: They are coming...
help me!
please...
I don't belong here!
Let me out! Oh, dear, let me out please... Someone, HELP ME!)
The doctor injected the fluid into the boy. He yelped in pain but slowly the pain started to ease away in soft strokes of relief.
Then Ansgar drifted in perfect sleep.
Ansgar is German, and he's speaking German in the chapter. P.S. Ansgar is a German name...
Woooooaaahhh!
