"Mama? Papa? ist das sie?"
No. It was not them. It could not be. They were sleeping in the bed, Mama on my left and Papa on my right. But somebody had entered the house. Somebody had come inside tonight.
It was strange. Nobody ever comes into the house during the night. We always lock our doors. Maybe somebody had broken in. Oh no, that is never good...
It was silent. There was nothing I could hear. I turned to my right and Papa was gone. He was there only minutes ago. Where could he be? Perhaps he went to go use the bathroom? Or something in that matter?
Just then, Mama whispered something to me in a nervous tone.
"Wilma, Hol unter dem bett. Jetzt."
I was confused, but then she snapped at me, but she sounded more scared than angry when she did.
"Jetzt! Jetzt!"
I did as told. I got off of the bed and crawled underneath it. Now what was I supposed to do?
I heard somebody coming upstairs. I shut my eyes tight. Tight as I could possibly shut them. I was terrified. I had no idea who was coming.
It was just Papa.
Papa started warning Mama about something. He asked where I was and Mama said I was safe. Papa took a sigh of relief and begun walking to the told Mama to hide in the closet.
Mama just started to get off the bed when I heard thumping coming up the stairs.
Before I could guess who it was, a big man burst down the door and quickly struck Papa with a fist.
Papa fell down. As he attempted to get up, the man struck Papa again.
And Again.
Papa tried fighting back the best he could, but then more men entered the room. They all began to strike Papa, and I lay under the bed, watching this occur. I could hear Mama crying. I could hear her begging the men to stop. I wanted to go out there and help Papa, but what would happen if they saw me? What would they do?
Papa collapsed beside the bed. His head faced me.
His eyes were blank, Blood ran from his nose and mouth. He had bruises all over his face. It was horrifying. I whispered.
"P... Papa...?"
No answer. I whispered again.
No answer.
Papa was dead.
I did my best to keep from crying. I did not want the men to hear me. They would probably kill me too.
It hurt me, trying not to cry during this. It was all so sudden. It was all so insane. The men crawled on top of the bed, and I could hear Mama begging for them to stop. I heard her whine and cry. I heard clothes being torn. I heard flesh being ripped. I heard mama being choked by the men.
I turned to face the bottom of the bed. I saw a splotch of red forming on the mattress. Blood started to drip upon my face and nightgown.
The men laughed, and I heard a two gunshots. They had shot Mama and Papa in the head to ensure death. Now, I had much more drops of blood on me.
I heard as the men left the bedroom.
As the last man left, I heard a click.
All of a sudden, the room was up in flames. Everything was burning. I felt my body becoming hot as I watched the whole place fall down and become ashes.
"Ich werde sterben." I told myself. "Ich werde sterben. Ich werde sterben. Ich werde sterben."
I may not have died that day, but after watching the events of it, I truly wish I did.