Unacceptable (GerIta) (Holocaust) (Boyxboy)

Chapter One

June 14, 1940.
This was the date I dreaded for the rest of my life. It ruined everything.

Maybe I should start off at the beginning.

It was like any other day.

The sun shined through the dirty stained window pains, of the small cottage.

My brother, my Father and I sat at the table eating breakfast peacfully.

Our silent yet peaceful breakfast was broken up by our table rattling and the glass shaking.

The sky's began to become a dark grey as Nazi tanks rolled into our village.

Why didn't we listen to others warnings?

There was shouting, loud banging, gun shots and tires all at once.

I ran to the window to see the commotion.

The towns baker, that was smiling earlier today, was on the ground.

A bloodied mess.

The rich prepy girl, that was bragging about her new clothes yesterday..

Was dead today.

I was mortified..people I knew...all of them..dead...getting captured..or their doors kicked down.

It broke my ear drums and gave me a headache, and all I could hear was my heartbeat pounding against my chest like an African drum.

I heard their screams over and over again. Like a broken record.

Nazi's shouted at the terrified towns people frantically, but then just attacked them..

Like a lions prey.

They all went down.

The village was being crushed slowly, taking all the life down with it.

My father grabbed the collar of my shirt and threw me to the stair case.

"Go upstairs with Romano, right. Now!" He yelled, his voice scared and shaky.

I nodded and obeyed my father.

I ran up the stairs and went into my bedroom, meeting my brother there.

He pulled us both into the closet, and we sat in the dark.

Both of our hearts beating at the same time, slamming against our chests.

The door flew open downstairs and we heard a husky low voice speaking to my father.

The door was then slammed shut behind the husky voiced man and boots clunked against the kitchens wooden floor.

Me and my brother crawled out of the closet, still shooken up.

But, he didn't even see what was going on outside.

He heard.

I observed.

Every.
Thing.