My Story

As I lay here in the dark halls of these cursed quarters, I plead to you, do not let the other tales of woe and misery that may have crossed your ears mislead your opinion of me. There are evil forces at work all around us. Watching us, hearing us, some perhaps living amongst ourselves, and they all have one single mission. To wreak havoc among the planet in which we all reside. Some of these evil beings’ intentions may be more innocent than others, while some are of pure evil. These truly evil beings are the ones who capture our soul, steal our lives, and torture us with no trace of guilt. There is not a single drop of goodness that flows through their veins. They will not give you mercy, they will not feel sorrow for their evil deeds, and they will stop at nothing until the world is shrouded with the darkness of their demonic souls. They will not retire from their villainous doings until every drop of blood is shed, every cry of torture squeezed out of the poor victims these devils possess, nor till every single moment of happiness is erased forever from the minds of the civilians that walk this planet. Nothing will stop them, they will rise to defeat every challenge, every obstacle, every threat that blocks their path. When the world is free of all light, all goodness, all love. Only then will they back down to admire damage they have caused. Until then, we must always be on our guards. We must not be deceived by their trickery which so many men have succumbed to. And finally, no matter what, we must never allow ourselves to fill up with hate. We must always remember love and happiness. For if we forget, then we will have let them won.

The worst evil demons I have ever known to walk this earth, perhaps even more evil then the devil himself, go by the name of Nazis. I spent my life in fear of them, waiting for the day the would attack. I tried to defend myself from them, but no amount of preparation nor fighting skill can protect you from the highest levels of cruelty that these Nazis performed. They took away everything from me, destroyed my family, my pride, my life. They are the worst kind of murderers. Killing in mass numbers with no remorse for the millions of people lost due to them. And the reason for our extermination? Merely that we are different from them. Because we are less than perfect, so we aren’t good enough to live. In their view, our religion is wrong, even though we believe in the same God as them.

Perhaps the most horrifying aspect, aside from the Hell they put us through, is the fact that people knew. People knew what the Nazis were doing to us, and they turned away ignoring our desperate cries for help. Some people were kind and helped us hide, but everyone else let millions of us die with no words of protest. These bystanders are just as guilty as the Nazis for the s of millions of men, women, and children.

I used to have a family, but throughout the years they were killed off by the Nazis. I had an older brother, Gabriel, and a younger sister, Anna. My father, Frederick, was a doctor before the Nazis took all the jobs away from Jews. My mother, Jane, was a nurse and she used to work in the same hospital as my father. In fact, they met at the hospital. When I was a little girl, my mother always used to tell me the story of how they met, and I thought it was so sweet. I always asked my mother to tell me the story again, and I soon came to memorize it.

My father was caring for a sick old man, and he was giving the man his medication. My mother had been assigned to a little girl occupied in the same room as the old man, and she had to give her medicine too. The girl was very sick and weak and she was not likely to last much longer. My mother was visibly upset about that fact. My father noticed her distress and began talking to her. Then he invited her out to dinner that night. He tried as hard as he could to take her mind off the little girl, and it worked. Soon she was laughing and smiling her sweet smile. She told me she could never fall in love with a man who couldn’t make her happy, and my father could. Weeks went by, and soon they were a young couple enjoying life.

One night, my mother got horrible news. The little girl had passes away. My mother had grown close to the girl, and loved her sweetness and kindness even when she knew she was going to die. My mother was so shaken by the girls death, she collapsed on the floor and started sobbing. My father was just leaving his work shift when he saw her. He rushed over to her, pushing through the large crowd of doctors in the way.
She looked up at him with pain in her eyes, and he immediately understood.

“Come on, let’s get you home.” He said gently, as he helped her up and wrapped his arms around her. He walked her outside and drove her home in his car.

He walked her to her door and she said goodbye and went inside. He turned to leave, but my mother opened the door and ran out.

“Wait!” She cried. “Do you want to stay a while?”

My father smiled. “Of course.”

Hand in hand, they walked inside the house and had dinner by the fireplace. Soon, he got my mother smiling again. Before he left, they stood on the porch together and had a long passionate kiss, just like in fairytales.

I loved that part, and it always brought a smile to my face. I often played a movie of the story in my head when I was sad to cheer me up. In the past few years, since the Nazis took over our lives, I found myself sad more often. I would play the story in my head, but most of the time, even that couldn’t hide the terrors of the world from my mind.

I still remember the first time the Nazi soldiers came to the town where I used to live, before they took us away. There were so many of them in uniform, marching in perfect unison. All I could do was stare. My mother quickly grabbed my shoulder and pulled me in the house, breaking my trance from the perfect sync of the soldiers.

“What was that for?” I demanded.

“It’s not safe out there…not safe.”

I saw the pure fear displayed on her face and instantly regretted snapping at her. I walked over to her and climbed up on her lap and hugged her, wishing the fear would go away. I saw her face was wet with tears. I wiped them away.

“Don’t be scared Mommy. It’ll be ok, don’t worry.”

If only I knew it wasn’t ok, and all of this would happen. I shouldn’t have promised her that it would be ok. I lied, and now she’s dead.

A brief smile crossed her face and she stroked the side of my face lovingly.

“I really hope so sweetie. I really do.”