Only For You

VII) Marion- Ouch!

My eyes were so heavy to lift up. It was as if they had a million pound weight on them. They adjusted to the dark. As they did so, I saw a figure standing in the corner. It was about 5 foot 8. I couldn't tell who, but I did not like it. I stayed there in silence as I looked at the figure, then the figure began to walk closer. "Stay away!" I tried to call out, but my voice wasn't working from all the screaming I was doing over frequency. To no avail, he kept walking closer and closer to my half dead body. "No, please don't kill me!" I begged and as I kept talking my voice began to return. My eyes filled with tears.

"No, I am here to help you." He said as he walked more into the light that the candle put off. I could barely see his face, but I knew he was nice looking. "Please trust me, okay?" He spoke perfect English without one flaw. However, I took notice of his Luftwaffe uniform and began to panic. I mean, the United States is not fighting the Germans, but it's a matter of what the Germans think about the US right now. I just gave a slow nod, but then felt my breath fade away. I proceeded to assume that I was no longer alive...

I was floating through a battle scene. There were bodies everywhere of men who fought valiantly. They were not just American, they were German too. I floated through and saw planes frozen in mid air before they would just fall and explode. The war ships off the coast were battering each-other with huge bullets. The bases were on fire and no one was there to help. Innocent civilians were in the streets crying for help and justice, but nothing was working. The innocent pleas of children wanting their fathers to come back. I heard the noises of the air raid sirens, and oh how those just pierce the heart and soul. My spirit floated over to the air strip where pilots were flying through the air trying to spare their own lives. I saw a soldier on the ground bleeding. It was quite gruesome, so I won't get into too much detail. The sky was pitch black with orange, yellow, and brown flames. Smoke filled the air as I continued to float around and see the battle. Men were crying out in pain and trying to crawl to safety. People could not get to safety quick enough. The horror and the terrible things that I saw.

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I regained feeling back In my body. I could breathe and I didn't feel like I was severely lacking oxygen. My breaths were shallow, yet still enough to get oxygen to my brain. My body was cold, yet warm all at the same time. My finger twitched and I was suddenly back. That sensation was like nothing I've ever faced before. I felt like someone was breathing right next to my face. My eyes slowly opened again and I was met face to face with that same German Luftwaffe pilot. His deep, brown eyes wandered and searched my face. I gasped, which scared him a little. His arm held my back against the wall, as he had it slithered around to help hold my near lifeless body up. My bottom sat on the cold tile floor below. His other arm was in the crevasse behind my knees holding my legs so my feet were flat footed on the ground. This was the first good look I got of his face. His brunette hair was longer, yet kept nice. His nose was average and his teeth were both white and straight. Albeit, he looked nice, real nice.

My eyes batted open and closed as his eyes just stared into mine. The way he looked at me was so heartwarming. "Hallo, bist du... sorry I let some German slip out." He laughed a little before continuing, "it's alright." He paused for a moment and looked at the door that he barricaded shut with a chair. "I know this is awkward..."

I began to interrupt him, "no, it's alright. It's not awkward at all." My head needed time to heal and return back to normal. He still held me comfortably. It was as if he had no shame. We sat there in silence until my breathing returned back to normal. I was able to catch the breath that filled my lungs all the way. My head leaned against his chest. I heard people screaming outside and began to cry as a result of it. I felt those people's pain. It was deep and saddening. War is not a force to be reckoned with: people hurting others, but those who have not done wrong.