This is a story I wrote for Lilymoore's contest and my prompt was this picture: http://rai-mond.deviantart.com/art/Loneliness-158731864 Enjoy!
I was dreaming a wonderful dream, I was dreaming of the fields in the summer, how I would run across them, greeting the warm wind…but it wasn’t the warm wind I was feeling, it was heat wafting into my window from the night. I smelled the burning before I heard the screams. I opened my eyes to my dark room, but the lights were on downstairs. There was shouting and my mother screaming.
I opened the door, crawling across the floor silently and coming to the stop of the staircase. Looking down, I saw them.. The Nazis, the spidery brand on their arms like a flickering flame, showing exactly who they were.
“Where are you taking him?” my mother screamed. “We haven’t done anything wrong!”
I watched a soldier fasted my mothers arms behind her back, his hands like iron grips. “I’m sorry.” I could almost hear the words he whispered into my mother’s ear through the cacophony, almost, but not quite.
“You’re going with him,” the first soldier holding my father snickered. “Quickly! Check upstairs!” he shouted to the rest of the soldiers that were invading our house like rodents.
“No!” my mother’s voice cried. I stood up and ran into the bathroom, locking the door firmly behind me. The smoke smell was stronger in here, and I stood up on the toilet, looking outside the window. There, was the synagogue down the street, burning, like a giant candle in the night. The burning candle was the only light, no moon shone to brighten the street, only a few stars were scattered across the indigo sky, all the rest were coverd by a gray blanket of cloud. I could see glass glistening on the street to my left, the fire reflecting off of the clear pieces that once were windows of a shop or home.
Glass shattering seemed to echo throughout the streets and shouts could be heard from the tiny room in which I was encaged. “Open up in there!” a voice said and I heard kicking on the door. I looked at the trash can by the toilet, only to see a pair of boots, my father’s boots sitting there. I slipped on the boots and stood on the counter.
Tears were filling my eyes. I was so scared, so terrified, what would they do to me if they caught me? Climb out the window, I thought. I looked out the window, the drop was long, but I should be able to make it.
I stepped on the windowframe, scrabbling to get out. The bangings on the door were getting louder, and I didn’t think the men would stop there. Eventually they would shoot, not caring if I remained dead or alive. The windowframe felt slippery as moisture from my hands slowly leaked onto the wood. Despite it being the middle of November I felt unusually hot, maybe it was the fires, or maybe it was just me. Maybe, it was the burning rage and fear that was trapped in my heart.
One, two, three. I counted half in my mind before I jumped. I felt as if I was flying, my heart was racing, maybe I wouldn’t have to land. Perhaps, I could just fly away from it all, just fly away from this terrible, dark night. Suddenly, I couldn’t breathe, all that came out of my mouth were moans. I hadn’t flown away, I had landed, and not rolled. I pulled my knees up to my stomach, hoping it would block the pain, but it didn’t. The pain was still there, clearer than ever, and so was the burning synagogue. I slowly rolled over to where a plank of wood lay, the wood that was going to be used to make me a tree house. I crawled behind it, closing my eyes and breathing softly. They wouldn’t find me now, I had to be safe.
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I woke up to the sun gleaming. The shouts had stopped, and all was quiet in the small town. I climbed out from under the board and stood up, my ten-year-old knees wobbling from laying for so long.
I walked to the gate to our backyard and opened it, a horrifying landscape greeting me. The synagogues, our places of worship were burned. The houses were filled with ash instead of happy families, shops were empty of their goods, and the street was littered with shards of glass. All because we were Jews.
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