chapter 2

Chapter 2

Nothing was sane anymore, especially the people. Just a week ago was my birthday, and we were celebrating. It was the last time that we were all happy. Enjoying the day, life in general. But ever since, everything went wrong. My teacher, Mr. Dahan, hasn’t been around since the soldiers’ arrived, and also my friends and neighbors. We have strict curfews also.

I got up from my bed and realize that’s its 8 in the morning, and still my parents aren’t home. I got up and peaked outside, and did so for hours, but no one came. My parents weren’t coming.

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I stared through the window. Hidden behind the curtains, hoping the soldiers outside didn’t see me. Only hoping I would be the only ones to see. To see through the thick woolen curtains. They hang from the ceiling and fell onto the floor. I sat on the dusty wooden floors, alone.  I tingled the wires just beside me.
The only thing I could see with the dim light was huge trucks carrying many people, and mobs.
The streetlights were always off, and I saw bout 10 people today, walking with stars strung against their blouses. I only saw this since last month. I saw my parents stringing them onto their clothes, as well as mine. One day they left, and disappeared. Vanished. They told me not to be afraid. That if one day they never returned from work, just to stay inside and not leave. If anyone barged through those doors while they weren’t there, just to hide as silently as I could, to never leave the house.

Just then and there, I was peaking through once more. Looking at the people who were getting thrown onto trains. People who are my friends, neighbors. The more I think about it, the more I see it. The harder for me to figure out what I should do. I know who my parents were, and what they said, and how its not only a few people are disappearing, but how everyone is.

I stand up from the floor with my hot cocoa in my hand. As carefully as I could. I hear a faint whistle, that must have been the trains, and trip over the wires. The curtains swung open, for just a second that I couldn’t spare. I sprint quickly to the side of the window carefully blinded from the outside. Just a tiny hole I could peak, I glanced through. I saw a muscular soldier turn his head fiercely at my direction. He turned around and joined the conversation with a nearby group of men. I sat on my bed, with my thoughts racing. Did he see me? Could he think it was the wind? Who was he? Was all I could say. My heart thumped. I went back to the window, and again looked outside with my eye hidden. The man wasn’t there. Neither was the group he spoke with.

 

I put down the hot cocoa on the table, and shuffled through the books on my dusty shelves. I didn’t have many, but I had enough. I found one of my favorite books, and opened it. I could read it over and over again and wouldn’t get tired. It was magical and filled with fantasy. I sat down on the couch just beside the TV and started reading where I left off. Chapter 3 what’s that?

Hours went bye and I fell asleep. I dreamt of dragons and witches, and the devils that roamed and destroyed the good things in life. I dreamt of Cyclops and dungeons and unicorns.

I jumped startled; awaken from the mesmerizing dream that held me. I heard a knock on the door. Could that be my parents? It can’t be, don't they have a key? Maybe they forgot it…but…what if it’s not them? It couldn’t be them!

But then I hear something faint. Do not open that door! Something is saying strictly. Again and again, it repeats. Do not open that door! Each time it got louder and louder. No…who’s that! It sounds like…. But it can’t! The knocks started getting fiercer. Ok let me think! My mom…. She told me that… she told me not to open the door when she isn’t here! Even if it was her, don't open the door! Hide! Hide! You must hide! But… but…- Hide!!

I run to my bed and slide under. The door bangs open, with a growl. I knew something was wrong; this wasn’t good… why are they here? But there was no reply. I saw cleats just beside the bed, and a soldier started speaking in German to a soldier that must have been beside him. They moved once more, but this time they were angry. They shook the floors and threw all my books on the floor. They turned everything upside down, and then left the room with rage. I shuffled to my left and hit my elbow against the peg of the bed. I hollered out in pain and then I shut up. The soldiers ran into the room mystified. I could see the boots closer this time, and I crept back, farther away from them into the center of the bed and held the bed boards. They flipped my mattress and slammed it onto the floor. They pushed the bed sideways, and I shook with the bed. They muttered in German once more and then left. They didn’t see me… that was a close one I thought worriedly.