The Prisoner and the Paper Planes
Chapter 6
((Alfred's POV))
A few weeks have passed since that. I've been feeling more depressed each day. Gilbert and Mathias tried to cheer me up, even Aednat tried, but nothing worked. I really had loved that girl. She was the last hope I had left.
It felt like I was torturing myself everyday since I would go to do my chores and I would stay extra long in that one spot just hoping that she would be there. But she never came back.
I miss my home. I miss my family. I wish to be back to the time before the war had started. I actually heard rumors from some of the other kids that finally someone's army had broken down one of Russia's camps, and liberation was starting.
Some of the kids were happy, and they quietly celebrated amongst themselves, but still, I wasn't happy. I had realized that I wanted to look for that girl when I got out, but I had no idea where to start looking for her. I don't even know that girl's name.
So, with nothing else to do during the day, I would sneak back to my cell and read the letters I had received from that girl. I would actually finding myself smiling again when I read them. Then as soon as I realized that, reality came back and knocked me hard to the ground. Tears came back and there wasn't a day that I wouldn't cry at least once.
One day, while I was reading one of the letters, that man came by my door. The one person who knew where the girl I loved was. Anger boiled in me, but I kept it back. Unfortunately, I didn't realize that I still had one of her letters in my hand.
He stopped right in front of my cell and looked at me, violet eyes full of nothing but hatred. Slowly, he pointed to the letter.
"Why do you have that?"he asked.
"No reason..."I said.
"Answer me. Who gave you that letter?"he growled.
I was silent for a couple of seconds. I didn't know what the girl's name was, so how could I possibly respond? I opened my mouth slightly, but the man came over and snatched the letter from me.
For a second I could see his name tag. The name was something I recognized from when that girl told me her brother's name in one of her letters. His name was Ivan, Ivan Braginski.
I watched as he read one of the letters that girl had given to me. He starting shaking slightly with anger. He threw down the letter and stormed off. I was confused as to why he just left, but I shrugged it off and continued my day.
When I told Mathias and Gilbert at dinner they seemed to pale instantly. It was almost if they knew something bad was going to happen. They covered it up instantly when I asked what was wrong. I didn't want to pry too much so I just let it go.
However, when we were walking back into our cells, and I laid down in that bed, I knew in the back of my mind that something bad was going to happen to me. And whatever that something was, it was going to happen very soon.