Thank you to all that reviewed it's what keeps me going. I don't know why but I'm very addicted to writing this story I'll probably be done before school starts any way enjoy.
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I held my breath as my mother answered the door, she had a look as though she was about to faint at the sight of two Nazis bringing me home at such a late hour.
"Mrs. Esme Cullen?"
"Yes?"
"May I please speak with you inside; I don't think this is a matter to be discussed in the hallways."
"Oh yes . . . yes of course."
She opened the door wider and while Mr. Vern told the other officer to wait outside. Usually my mother was more polite but I know that she was still getting used to the thought that there were Nazis in our house. She led Mr. Vern to our guest chair, while I seated myself on the sofa across. My mother had left the room to go get some tea I sat there wanting her to get back quickly. Being alone with this man in an interrogation room is different then being alone with him in your own house. My mother walked back into the room with a tray of our finest silver china placing it on the small table and then joining me on the sofa.
"Please excuse my manners Mrs. Cullen, my name is Vern, Beneff Vern, and your son had a bit of trouble with the law today-"
"Nothing too serious I hope?"
"Oh no, no the punishment for your sons crimes will not be too strict. However, it will take five days for them to decide. At the most your son will have to join the service."
"Service? But he's only 17; he's too young to register."
"Well there is always Führer das Jugendzentrum."
I saw from the corner of my eye that my mother did a slight cringe at the words, she was not happy at the choices but my mother was strong and didn't show it on her face.
"Edward, be a dear and warm up the tea, I don't think Mr. Vern would appreciate cold tea."
"No, I don't think that will be necessary." Mr. Vern stood up and my mother went to grab his hat and coat. Before going to the door he turned to me
"I'll be coming to check on you again soon, Edward."
He extended his hand and I was obligated to shake it.
"I look forward to the visit Mr. Vern."
My mother then escorted him out the door. I sat back down on the couch contemplating how I was going to get out of this mess. I knew my mother would be upset with me, for a long time the Nazis had been spying on our house making sure my father's verräterisch activities disappeared along with him. It was only last year that they decided my family not to be a threat anymore. And now I've gone and done this…
One thing I couldn't stand about my mother was that she never got angry even when I knew I deserved, which of course mad me feel even more guilty. I felt guilty because she was an honest loving mother and all I ever did was disappoint her. She didn't deserve a son like me I thought this as she walked in I couldn't look her in the face.
"Edward, dear I have not asked much from you but today . . ." she paused I could hear the uncertainty in her voice, ". . . . However, today I want you, no I need you to . . . I know this will be difficult but . . . before the police reach their decision . . . . I think it would be for the best if you joined the Führer das Jugendzentrum."
We both had nothing to say after that, I couldn't register the fact that my own mother was telling me it would be best to go and become a Nazi. It was just something that I never would've guessed would be the final option for me. 'There had to be something else, this can't be my only option.' I wanted my mother to tell me that she could get me out of this; I couldn't believe that she just gave up. My anger began to boil
"How could you say that to me? You want me to go to that brainwashing facility just to become the same people that took father?"
I didn't yell at her, I would never yell at her, but I didn't try to hide the fact that I felt betrayed by her and I knew that that hurt her the most. To my mother the word Nazi wasn't just another word it represented a belief that because my father wouldn't follow it took him away.
"Do you think I truly want this Edward? Do you think I want to see my son wear the Swastika? It will kill me to see it, but I know that my son is also stronger then all this. I know that my son, no matter what, will always choose to do what was right. So please understand something Edward, anyone can wear the swastika but very few can take it off and I know that at the end of the day you can take it off."
Tears started forming in her eyes and the least I could do was pull her into a hug to try and comfort her. We were all we had left in the world and I know that she would do everything in her power to make sure I wouldn't disappear forever.
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The next morning I needed some time to myself so I left my house early and took my bicycle with me. As I made my way through the doorway, I stopped and noticed that there were some boxes outside the apartment next to us. 'Surely mother would've mentioned someone moving in next door , then again there wasn't enough time last night for the discussion of new neighbors.' Walking out the door so early in the morning before the world woke up was truly refreshing. To see all the shops closed no one on the streets; the sun barely shinning through the hills it gave one the feeling that you were the only person in the world. Riding my bike through winter breezes, felt like I really was flying and I rode as fast as I could to my own secret heaven. Once I was outside the edge of the woods, I hid my bike in the bushes and started to hike.
When I finally reached the meadow, I threw myself one the ground and laid there looking at the grass peeping from the snow. I remembered the first time I came here; it was about 2 years ago, during the spring, when I found out what happened to my father...
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I had just gotten home from school when I heard my mother weeping in the kitchen I didn't want her to know I was home so I crept into the kitchen. She had her head down on the kitchen table sobbing uncontrollable her hair a mess. It was at that moment I understood what had happened to my father. I turned and ran out the door; I didn't know where I was going but all I knew was I wanted to escape from this world, I didn't want to be apart of this world that had taken my father away from my life. Without even thinking, I ran straight into the forest. Tripping over roots, something just told me to keep going forward. The sun was barely setting when I reached a clearing in the forest. I remember how marvelous the meadow looked, the grass shined like a green ocean, in the distance you could hear birds from the woods I knew that this was the world that awaited me. And it was then that I decided that this small magical meadow would be my own world, the only place I'd call home, and I vowed to protect everything within this world, this place was the only thing that had my full loyalty….
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As I lay there in my paradise, I let the snow wash away all the bad that had happened. Regretting yesterday, thinking about today, and how I was going to be tomorrow. I told myself over and over again that my mother was right, that I was stronger then everything. The way I felt about the world today would not change tomorrow, a week from now, or even a month from now. 'I will not become a monster, whatever I do in my life from this day forward I vow that I will not become a monster.'
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"You know I might just join myself now."
I had just finished telling Emmett my news and this response just completely through me. I stared at him with a questioning expression. Perhaps my friend was even more insane then I thought he was.
"Think about it Edward, We'll be getting the best of both worlds. By day das kamel Nazis and by night we'll be der Scheißkerls."
"Where did you learn Nazi slang?"
"Oh come on with the Nazis walking up and down the streets you think I wouldn't pick up a few words."
He had a wide grin on his face. He liked to think that he was always one step ahead of the world and to be honest I couldn't blame him, from the day he was born Emmett was one step ahead of the world, his father being a man of high status in politics and his mother coming from an aristocratic heritage as well. It was the world of privilege that I knew Emmett desperately wanted to escape and he did whatever he could to piss his father off and we both knew that joining Führer das Jugendzentrum was just another protest.
"Are you concerned about what your father might think?"
"Das ist mir doch scheißegal! As a matter of fact I'm going to sign up with you today after school."
"Yes, I can hardly contain my joy."
I shot back sarcastically I was not so excited about joining as Emmett was and I wasn't going to pretend to be either. Although I was relieved that I wouldn't have to go in alone. 'Today the only thing that was changing was my clothes and my hair, nothing else.'
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As we stood outside theBerlin Philharmonic my heart started to race faster, I didn't want to go in but I knew I had to. Out side I could hear boys laughing and exercising seeming to be having a good time. This place had a false sense of security that I would not let myself be sucked into not today, not tomorrow, and not ever. I told myself this even as I signed my name on the list.
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Okay time to translate
Führer das Jugendzentrum- Hitler Youth
das kamel- Nazi slang for twit
der Scheißkerls-Nazi slang for bastards/ bitches
Das ist mir doch scheißegal!- Nazi slang for I don't give a damn/fuck/shit
I actually found out that most slang words in German were made up by Nazis so nowadays if you use some words or phrases in Germany your embracing Nazis who knew XD