Dear Kitty

This is a dramatic monologue written from the perspective of Anne Frank.

Dear Kitty, 

As I sit here in this stale annex, my mind cannot help but wonder. It has been well over a year since my family and I have been in hiding. How long will this last? How much time do I have until my life will be ripped from my innocent hands? Oh kitty, I am frightened by my possible fate.

I hear mother cry almost every night. She sits in the corner of the room, holding her head, crying-crying in horror. I know she tries her best to hide her angst. However, it is through her deep brown eyes that I can see her crumbling like a fallen leaf on a cold falls day. Mother is frail and I worry she is loosing her sanity. In fact, I worry we may all loose our sanity.

Kitty, do you know how hard it is to not smell the crisp air? What it is like to not witness the seasons change? Or hear the sound of laughter which once used to surround us? No one laughs any more. Nor do they smile. They have no reason to do so. No happiness, no laughter, no smiles. 

Everything I once loved is slowly fading away like the colours on my clothes. My life was once filled with such decadent colours. Reds as deep as true love, blues as light as the morning sky, and navy's as dark as the mysterious night. The thought of them brings tears to my tender eyes. For now the only colours I see are dreary grey's. 

My world is slowly slipping away. I thought I knew the life I was living, but I didn't. I am a fool, blinded by my imagination. I see the world in a way others do not. Maybe that is why I missed what was happening. Why was I so blinded by the devilish fires that surrounded every newspaper I read or radio announcement I heard? It was right in front of me. Was it my youth that blinded me? Or was it my previous image of the world? 

Nevertheless, I now know the truth. The world is filled with hideous creatures who prey on the weak. Such creatures who disguise themselves as one of us. However, deep down we know they are not. 

Kitty, I fear that today may be my last. I am petrified that at any given moment we will be found. In the event we are, what will happen? Where will they take us? I try to ask father but he never tells me. He simply kisses me on the head and walks away. Lifeless. Kitty I am terrified of the unknown. I just want to know how I am going to die. As horrible as that may sound I need to know. That way I can prepare myself for the inevitable. 

Even though I may not know when, how, or why someday the world will. Whether I am still alive or simply another name written on a rock; the world will know. Well, Kitty I shall lay my head to rest for the eve. Until tomorrow shall we speak again. I pray.                               

                                                                                                                         Yours truly, 

                                                 Annelies Marie Frank