Not Leaving {The Book Thief}

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                       Liesels POV
     7 of my 8 months were over. I hadn't seen a hint of lemon hair since that day. I stopped pinning the notes up 4 months ago. Had Rudy been take. By the Nazi? Sent off to fight for a battle he didn't believe in? I hugged my pillow every night pretending it was Rudy. I think I have started to go insane. Ever night I dream of Rudy in that dark room. Every night his injuries worsen. My last dream ended with a punch to his nose and me screaming. I decided that the man hurting him must be a Nazi. Every morning when I go downstairs I ask them how long until I may leave and they always respond with "You have years until we let you go." But then I here them whispering to each other that I should hopefully be gone in a week or so. But I plan on being gone tomorrow. I will wake up screaming and I won't stop till she gets up here then I will use all of mama's words. Hopefully I can find Rudy tomorrow. I curled up in bed that night eager for my escape. I didn't dream at all, but believe me I did try. I always dream of Rudy in the dark room but each time I'm convinced I can stop his pain. I woke up and (like I had planned) started screaming at the top of my lungs. My roommates all jumped out of bed and scrambled to the far side of the room. I screamed for 5 minutes until a maid finally came in. This maid was thin and frail. "GET OUT OF HERE YOU SAUMENSCH! YOU ARSHCLOCH! YOU PIECE OF SHIZ!" The maid ran out of the room crying and my roommates followed her. I reached over to the window and started banging my hands against it. The last blow sent a thin crack through one of the panes. The heavy maid ran at me, grabbed me and through me over her shoulder and through me out the front door. "DONT YOU COME BACK HERE BEGGING FOR FOOD YOU WHORE!"

    I scrambled to my feet and ran behind the stone wall. A group of savage beggars sat there sharing a bony chicken leg. "Excuse me? Have you seen a small boy with lemon coloured hair? And was he with a tall thin man with dark hair?" The savages frowned at me. "I saw them every now an' then. But I ain't seen them for awhile now." I was about to ask him how long it had been when a boy stood up grabbed one of my curls. "You from that Orphanage ain't yah? They give you some food before you left?" I took a step back and shook me head. "Your lyin'. Search her." The little savages lunged at me, clawing at me dress and scratching my skin. I was stomped on and kicked and my hair was pulled so hard my skin burned. I swung my legs around trying to trip the savages but they heald me down with their feet. After 3 minutes of torture they kicked me and the leader of the savages bent down next to me. "Sorry for that. You really are quite pretty, but food is more important than whores." He kissed my cheek as I tried to squirm away. I laid there for hours. my leg was throbbing and my wrist was swollen. People walked through the ally way every now and then and each time I whispered "Rudy". It was nightfall and the lamps were being lit. I steadied myself and stood up. I walked through the ally for ages, avoiding the groups of savages I saw. Little blonde haired boys were everywhere but not a single one was Rudy. I eventually found a little pillow cover underneath a branch from the tree on the other side of the ally. I curled up on and started to cry. I wanted Rudy to be here right now. I wanted him to hold me tight and then go beat up those savages, even if he lost. I heard people walking down the ally so I turned toward the fence, trying to avoid anyone staring at me.   "I hate seeing these people here, all these little beggars. Look at this girl right here, no more than 13 I reckon." I hoarse voice whispered. I heard the footsteps coming toward me. I grabbed my sweater and pulled it close to me. "Hey? Would you like to eat something? I've got some dried peas with me." I shrunk away from the voice. I started to cry. The man picked me up and carried me toward his friend. "Could we take this one in for a night or two?" "Yes I suppose we can." A melodic voice replied. I kept my eyes squeezed shut but I felt leather slide under me as the man sat me down.

     "Darling, what is your name?" He asked me. "Liesel Meminger" I replied meekly. "Have I heard your name before? Sarah, can you recall hearing her name before?" He asked his wife. "I believe there was two boys asking about her? What were their names..." I opened my "Rudy and Max!" The woman turned to me. "You know them?" She questioned. "Yes! They are the only family I have left, we were bombed in Molching and then we were seperated and I was sent to an Orphanage and I haven't seen him in over a year! I need to find them." I spoke quickly. The man chuckled, "Well I suppose we'd better find them then." "Charles! How on earth do you plan to do that?" His wife exclaimed.
"I don't know but I feel it is our duty." We arrived at their home quickly. When we entered I found a tiny sitting room with a kitchen in the corner. They definitely weren't rich enough to take me in full time. "We can make your bed on the couch. I'll go upstairs and get you a quilt." I sat down on their overstuffed couch. On the mantle of the fireplace was a sign engraved with the name "Wolfgang". There were several children at school with this last name since it is so common.  Charles and Sarah Wolfgang. Sarah walked downstairs with a quilt in her arms and a nightgown. She was nearly the size of me. I walked into the restroom and slipped the nightgown on. I looked at the scratches on my face and started to splash them with water. I laid down on the small couch beneath the heavy quilt. Sarah frowned now that she could see the cuts on my face. She kissed my forehead and walked upstairs. I laid there all alone in the Wolfgangs sitting room. I was supposed to be crying in Rudy's arms right now.