Disclaimer: You guys know the drill. We don't own Twilight, New Moon, and Eclipse including the characters that everyone one of us wants so badly. But we do own the kumquat. We have proof. It's in Tirzah's kitchen.
Rachel (Instead of Renee) - Bella's mother
Charlie- Bella's Father
Laura- Bella's 5 year old sister
Hannah- Bella's 10 year old sister
Ariella- Bella's 13 year old sister
Tidbit of info: When the Nazis had taken the Jews to the death camps, or concentration camps, they (the Nazis) had taken all the Jew's possessions, no matter how valuable or worthless it was. They were possessions and the Jews were "unfit to have them". Umbrellas, glasses, silverware, candlesticks, books…and then clothes too.
Another thing: There was some confusion in zee last chapter, our dear fans. James wants Jessica in good condition for…well…for Lemon. He's a man, she's a girl. Not to suck her blood. –Awkward- ...On with the story. –Shifty eyes-
Okay then. You will see why this story is rated M. Sit back, and then prepare to jump out of your seat in horror, relief, and surprise when you read this chapter. We thank you.
Angela POV
I had waited another hour, waiting for Jessica to come out of that horrid little shack. But I wasn't surprised when she didn't exit. I decided to my self that I had better get back to my bunk with the other girls and my only two friends. The sun was beginning to rise, signaling another day of misery. I wouldn't have much time left to sleep. But what was a little sleep deprivation? I'd be tired, and I wouldn't do my work properly, and that would result in more injuries, but what were a few more injuries? I'd be dead in due time, I thought to myself. My two remaining friends and I were going to die because of Jessica. I tried to hold back the tears threatening to pour down, as I quietly made my way back to my bunk. Up the splintering wooden steps, and into the little bunk. Onto the threshold and over to my little cot, on the brink of collapsing. I crawled under the sheets, stiffened with dirt and shot back up when I heard screaming and gasping. I looked wildly around for the source. Who was it? …Bella. I saw Lyubov awake, and ask groggily,
"What's…happened?" She said, looking around as she took in her surroundings as if she were seeing them for the first time. She groped around before realizing her glasses weren't there.
Lyubov had had glasses once, but the Nazi's, when they had taken her, took the glasses away. It was a possession, after all. I waved a hand at her, dismissing her. She sank back down into bed. I turned my attention back to the thrashing and screaming Bella.
I crossed over to her in three quick steps and shook the arm that wasn't broken. I finally let some of the tears loose as I remembered how Bella's arm had gotten broken.
"Bella, Bella. Bella dear, wake up…" I shook her shoulder gently, and she unexpectedly shot up with a scream loud enough to wake our dead fellow Jews. She was panting, and she was literally dripping perspiration. She started to sob heavily, the tears mixing with the sweat. I wondered when she would notice the absence of Jessica. Bella's face shined and was trying to slow down her breathing. I patted her hand throughout the whole thing, staying silent. She took the sheets on her bed and wiped her face with it, getting dirt and other grit on her face. She finally took notice of me, and all at once broke down crying again in my arms.
Bella POV
Rachel, Charlie, Hannah, Ariella, and Laura and I were all sitting around our kitchen table, not talking, not eating, not doing anything. Sitting there passively, looking down at our hands. The door crashed open, and in strode James and his men, ready to take us away. Hannah looked up first and the men's heads all snapped in her direction. I looked wildly around at my mother, Rachel. My father, Charlie. And my dear sisters Hannah, Ariella, and Laura. James and men all the while strode closer as I memorized each of my family's faces before Hannah let out an ear piercing scream. James snarled, and ran over in a bolt of inhuman speed.
"Hannah!" Laura cried, and jumped towards her, attempting to land in her lap. Rachel, Charlie, and Ariella's faces were streaked with tears. Everyone was oblivious to the fact that I was sitting there too. I gasped, and ran up to Hannah who was still screaming. All the glass in our little kitchen shattered, littering the floor, and flew into the air, cutting our face and bodies. James smiled in a terrifying way and moved to Hannah who was shaking. He grabbed hold of her neck and there was a sickening snap and crunch. Her head now bent at an odd angle…
Hannah, dear sweet Hannah, fell lifeless to the floor. Rachel jumped out of her seat, the second to look up and Charlie grabbed hold of her arm trying to pull her back up.
"No, Rachel. Come back!" He yelled, above the ruckus of Laura, Ariella, and my screams. The laughter of the men. Rachel wrenched out of his grasp and fell down beside Hannah's cold body.
"Hannah, Hannah! Hannah!" She sobbed, shaking her. James snarled in anger, and rolled his vivid red eyes. He stepped effortlessly on Rachel's wrist, the one that as been shaking Hannah. Rachel cried out in pain, and Charlie stayed rooted to his seat, holding a traumatized Laura. Ariella sat in her chair, unmoving, uncomprehending. She was no longer screaming. But she was holding her sides with her arms. Her dirty blonde hair fell down in front of her, and a Nazi went over to her and grabbed her. Ariella was limp, yet alive. She was carried away.
"Don't you know that all Jews are supposed to burn in hell and not live?!" James suddenly yelled, and stepped down on Rachel's ribs, not allowing her to scream anymore. In an instant, my mother was gone too, just like Hannah.
"No, no, no!" I shrieked. I shook Charlie, and my hands went right through him as though I were a spirit. I looked down at where Hannah and Rachel had been only to see nothing but a few drops of blood. I saw two of James's men carrying my mother and sister out door.
"Do something!" I yelled at my father, who was holding Laura, the only remaining sister. He looked around and whispered,
"Where's my Bella?" My dear father collapsed, sending Laura tumbling out of his lap.
Laura screamed, and fell on all the glass. A particularly large piece of glass cut into her side, and she fell dead. The remaining Nazis turned on their heels, and left. Another innocent Jewish family broken, and dead.
Except for me. I was still alive. I fell to the floor, picking up Laura and burying my face in her dark brown hair, like mine. I got up on my knees only to collapse again, sending Laura flying out of my grasp. I turned my face to the kitchen floor, inviting the pain the glass gave me as it dug into my skin. I wailed into the floor, "Why!"
I heard three quick steps coming in my direction. I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my shoulder and a similar cracking and crunching sounded. James had kicked me, and was now barking orders.
"Bella! Bella! Bella dear, wake up!"
"Wake up! Wake up! Wake up…"
I shot up in my bed, to meet the face of Angela, her skin shining in the morning sun.
I knew my face was slick with sweat and the tears mingling with it weren't helping. I felt her patting my hand, and I welcomed the silence that definitely would not have been present if Jessica had taken Angela's place consoling me. This had been the most terrifying dream I had had so far. I tried to control my breathing when I realized how heavily I was panting. I reached for the sheets on my bed, dabbing my face, effectively smearing dirt and who knows what on my face. I finally took Angela's expression in, and fell into her arms, and she engulfed me in a hug.
"Bella, Bella…what's happened? Was it that other dream again? Is it a new one? What's happened?" She suddenly cut off. She looked down, and squeezed me tighter, obviously ashamed for pressing so much in my state. I hugged her back just as hard.
"It's…okay….Ang. It was…a new one. And the old one…the old one wasn't nearly as terrible as this one, which… I didn't think possible…"
I moaned, and clutched my stomach. I yanked the pail up that was beside my bed, which I had found lying around one day. I used it for times like this. I emptied my pitiful dinner into it and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. Angela rubbed my back in soothing circles for me.
"Bella, I don't want to press, but-" Angela started, and I cut her off.
"You want to know what happened in the dream."
"Yes."
I recounted everything, and when I finished explaining what it had been like sitting there, helpless, watching your family die, I was crying…again, and Angela had begun her own waterfall too. Angela wiped her tears away, while I did too.
"But Bella, your family. They're still alive, right?"
"I think yes more than no."
"You're lucky, then."
"Lucky." Disbelief colored my tone.
"Yes, lucky. You have 3 sisters and 2 parents out there, alive."
"Waiting for me." I added on. Right?
"Yes….but they'll never see you again." I was sure she meant to just think that and not actually say it. But when she saw how I raised my eye brows, and was gaping at her, she noticed she had said it aloud.
"I…I…should explain, shouldn't I?" She admitted. I nodded encouragingly.
"First of all, let's wake up Lyubov."
We quietly walked over to Lyubov's bed and we gently shook her awake.
"Lyubov…Lyubov. Wake up. Come on." I got to close, apparently, and Lyubov tried to throw a punch at me, probably assuming I was someone else. I, fortunately, dodged it just in time.
"Lyubov." Angela shook her more.
She rolled over and mumbled, "Go 'way." Her snores filled the air again. I hung my head. At this rate, we'd have her woken up by…well…never.
"Lyubov! Angela has something important to tell you and we only have so much time before we have to go work!"
"Uuuugh. Fine. I'm up, I'm up." She groaned, and sat up, looking at both of us groggily.
She stared at us. "Aren't you going to tell me?" She said, now annoyed she'd been woken up for nothing.
"Yes. Get out of bed, and come on."
She sighed, and walked over with us to my bed, and we all sat down. Angela took all our hands, and asked a baffling question,
"First, where's Jessica?" Lyubov and I looked at each other.
"In her bed, Angela. Why? Do we need her too?" Lyubov said slowly.
"She's not there. She's somewhere else." Angela stated reluctantly and cryptically. "What?" I gasped, and ran over to Jessica's now empty bed.
I panicked. "Where is she?!" I gasped; I ran back to Angela and Lyubov.
"Trust me, Bella. You won't care after I tell you what's about to happen."
And Angela told us from start, when she had followed Jessica, to the end, when Jessica had proposed our deaths to James. And everything in between. I mean, of course James would agree. A few more Jews, Dead. No matter, right?
"W-what?! Jessica...Jessica wouldn't do that!" Lyubov stuttered, being the most naive.
"No surprise there." I sighed. Jessica had always been one to betray others and side against them if the result was good for her. Nevertheless, she had always been rather kind, if not unbearably talkative.
Angela, though, proposed something.
"What if...what if one of us found a way to survive? It'd be hard, and frightening, but we could try to hide someone or fool the Nazi's that way one of the three of us survived. And was able to tell our story again. Someone with living family." The two of them looked at me. I looked back and forth between them.
"But, no! I'm not even sure that my family is still out there, alive! Your families could be alive!"
"Bella, we all know that Angela and my families aren't alive. I saw my mother and two sisters die at the hands of the Nazis. My father had left us and for all we know, he could be a Nazi now-" I cut Lyubov.
"A Jew as a Nazi?" I questioned Lyubov, skeptically.
"My father wasn't Jewish. That's why...he left. And then, for all we know, he could be dead." Lyubov finished.
Angela nodded. "And I saw my parents, four brothers and my fiancé Ben burned right before my own eyes. Our families are gone, Bella. We're almost sure you at least have one family member left, and that's why it wouldn't matter if we died, and you survived to tell what's happened."
"No! I won't hear of it! We'll survive together! The three of us! I don't give a damn about Jessica; we'll survive! The three of us together!" I protested, shaking Lyubov and when she didn't move, I cried out, and took Angela's hand in mine.
"Please?" I sobbed.
"No, Bella. Stop being stubborn...for us. Please?" Angela asked me softly. I buried my face in my hands, before tackling my two friends and giving them hugs.
"I love you two. I'll miss you so much. Tell me what I have to do to avoid them."
And the mothers and fathers and the sons and the daughters, they were carried away in trains. Their bodies are broken and beaten and burned. And their ashes fell down like rain.
The Forgotten People, Ted Pearce
Okay. One thing before we type all that "review or die" crap. Tirzah was writing Ted's last name wrong in those other two chapters. Woops. To Ted if you're reading this for some bizarre reason: Sorry!
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