Painted Faces

An Uncertain Feeling

My POV
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My heart and prays are with all the families of the victims of the Orlando Shooting.

Rudie's POV
I closed my curtains, sat down at my desk, and took out a match. I lit the single candle I use for reading or late night drawing. I only use the one candle because if anyone is caught with lights on in our town after 8:30, Nazi guards will break into your house and interrogate your family.
God knows why...
I studied my small canvas. Exhaling slowly, I took my charcoal pencils mama gave me one year for Christmas and began sketching the stone bridge. This was the first time I had used the art supplies since mama died.
After what seemed to be hours of sketching I finally was I stared at the drawing, imagining the colors I'd use. It was a picture of the bridge Rosemary and I met up at. A couple danced gracefully on he bridge. They where silhouetted against a soon to be pale blue sky. But I was exhausted so I blew out the candle and laid down on my bed.
(Dreams are in 3rd person)
Rudie found himself alone in a desolate city. Walls of buildings where crumbling to the ground. The dust had just begun to settle when the wind picked up leaving the smell of smoke and fuel. It was the only sound. He walks around slowly, fear gnawing at his stomach. Suddenly, a man with a familiar face comes into view. "Hello?" Rudie shouts.
No answer.
"Entschuldigen Sie bitter? Can you hear me? Are you alright?"  Rudie shouts when he gets no response. Rudie blinks and he suddenly friends himself in a new place. A battlefield. Thousands of dead soldiers lay everywhere. The stench of disease and blood thickened the hot air. Flies and maggots feasted on the corpses. Horror and disgust shoots through Rudie. "Is anyone there?! Please answer me!" He yells. And then he sees the man from the city in the distance. He raised his arm slightly.
Bang!
Rudie falls to the ground and darkness washes over him.  Rudie opens his eyes once again and finds himself in another city in shambles. Crumbling buildings, children calling for their parents, and people crying over dead bodies.
Rudie blinks and instantly is an a new place yet once again. A dark metal gate with the words, "Arbeit macht Frei" written on the top loomed over him. Images of people in a line, children smashing boulders, and a big black smoke stack flashed in front of him. Screams slice through the air and becomes deafeningly loud. A maniacal laughter drowns out the screaming and through the dust and smoke a man wearing a red suit with blood stained hands smiles and whispers, "Trator..." Though it was a whisper, Rudie heard it as if it where a yell.
(Rudie's dream is over)
I bolted upright gasping for air while the vision if my nightmare faded. I was drenched in sweat and I noticed tears running down my face.
I need to tell someone about this. I silently opened my door and limped  across the hallway and into Annalise's room. I closed her door and she gasped in fear.
"Calm down, it's me." I whispered.

Annalise's POV
"What are you doing, Rudie?" I was annoyed. "You better have a good reason for waking me up at this hour." I sat up and crossed my arms.
"It's the dream I had. Well, it's was more of a nightmare."
As he explained his dream to me. Fear and and the uncertainty whether I wanted to believe what I just heard or not, flooded my mind.
"Who do you think the man was? Or was it just a random man?" I asked.
"I have a hunch. You know how I dislike the Chancellor? I think he was the man in my dream." Rudie told me.
Chills ran down my spine.
"Think about it, Rudie. Why would he do anything like that. He promised to lift us from the depression and make Germany strong again. Hitler seems like a good guy. You are just paranoid because of some nightmares. You have always had an over active imagination. It is not healthy. Go back to bed and we will talk more in the morning." I tried to sound convincing.
Looking discouraged and rather annoyed, Rudie left.
But I did believe him. I felt the same way he did. I just did not what to admit itEveryday I was afraid to walk outside only to get shot by British or French air forces. Something wasn't right about Hitler. His promises seemed to good to be true and something inside me told me they where.