The End Gets Better - BBC Ghosts

1. Origin Story

I turn on my radio. The date is 1943 and it's nearly the fourth year of the war. Germans have spread all over England and I wonder if living in central London is the best thing for my family. Me and my father live in a small apartment on Baker Street.
"The Germans have invaded,"
I heard it on the radio as I went to the bathroom. Stopping in my tracks, I dropped the glass of water I was holding. It smashed on the floor and a shard of glass flew up at my cheek.
"What the bloody hell was that!?" My dad came running in.
"T-t-the... the.." He put his hand on my cheek to wipe the blood away as he moved my strawberry blonde hair from my face.
That was only the start. My gran was killed a few months back and my mum went missing. I don't know how much more I can handle.
"You're okay, Hanna. Let me get you a plaster.."
"I want to move to Grandma's cottage. Dad, it's not right in the middle of London. Germany are going to bomb us or-" He cut me off.
"Yes. I thought about it Hanna. It's the right thing to do" He sat down on our sofa and picked up a picture of us at Hanukkah.
I turn 17 next month. I'm not sure if I'll make it to 18.

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20th of August 1943. Me and father have moved into Gran's cottage. Just down the road is a place called button house. I've heard there are soldiers down there. Me being the rebel I am, I go and take a look. As I walk down the stony road, I spot a man walking in my general direction. He seems to be on a patrol.
"Evening miss. Is there something I can help you with?"
"No sir, I was just looking for my- my dog," I say clearly lying.
"Oh, I haven't seen one around. If you need me again just come and find me." He says with a discreet manner.
"But I don't know your name?"
"It's Havers. Call me Havers" He smiles with kindness and carries on walking / marching.
He seems nice...

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September 1st 1943. My birthday.
Waiting in my cottage for my dad to get home, I stand by my window expecting to see him walk down the street with a cake that was made with our rations. Instead, Havers walked up the drive. His head held down and his hat brought up to his chest. He was holding a yellow slip.
I'm alone again...
As I open the door for Havers, another soldier comes in and puts his hand on my shoulder.
"He.. he wanted me to come and take you to button house."
I sat in shock. Looking at my thumbs as they twiddled together. I wanted Allah to give me a sign. But this? This is more of an omen.
"How did he... h-h-how...?" Havers puts his arms around me. He's the only friend I've got left.
"Come now. We must go, Hanna" The other soldier leads me out to his vehicle and drives me down to button house.
"Call me Captain; Cap if you prefer?"

I like to think that the windows in cars are actually crying when we make the raindrops race to the bottom of the glass panel. The countless horrors that window has see through the years can only explain few moments in history quite like this one. A date I'll never forget...