It was 1935. I was 15 years old at the time and I had my whole life ahead of me. I had planned out my entire future; I had deeply dreamt of how it would all go to plan. Soon, I'd be an accountant and earn the millions. Dreaming was a great way to pass time and to get away into my own place and for once, I could make my dream world world all about me! But, none of my dreams had gone to plan. They went the exact opposite. All of my plans were scrapped and it was like they were never even created. Life before this was much better, but now it was 1938, I felt like my life had crumbled beneath my feet, causing me to fall, further, further down until I had reached the centre of the earth, to burn to dust and to never be seen again. I wasn't living a normal 18 year old girls' life. I was living a life of war.
I haven't seen my parents for years now. On the day of my 16th birthday, my parents were brutally ripped apart from me, by those cold blooded soldiers. The day that was meant to be my 'Sweet Sixteen' was the most sour day of my life. Forcefully, they smashed down our door. I heard screams for help, but no one could hear the yells apart from me. No one rushed to the rescue. I was all alone, cowering in the darkest place of my house, to not be seen nor heard by those ruffians. Peering through the tiny window in my hiding place, I saw that my parents were suddenly hauled onto the rocky pavement below me and before I could even blink, I heard two loud bangs. Out of shock and not able to react, I watched as a pool of thick, red liquid poured from their bullet-punctured skulls. That was the last time I ever saw them...
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Livin' The War life.
Historical FictionThis is a story from the POV of a child named Annabelle Zerklin, who was a young, teenage girl during the time of World War II. We venture through her world and explore how she had to live as a young Jewish girl at the time. (This was not made to of...
