Wilhelm walked with his very disappointed nanny up to his room, where he was then locked in as a punishment. Wilhelm slumped against the door, arms crossed, he was grounded and his mother was going to be told about this when she returns from work. He suddenly remembered Günther and ran straight to his window. He looked out, down to the alley and he say the large box standing tall, Günther must still be waiting for him. Wilhelm frowned at the thought of poor Günther bawling his eyes out because he thought Wilhelm had lied to him or worse, forgotten. Wilhelm scrabbled to unlock the window when there was a knock at his door before his nanny opened the door. Wilhelm sat at the window as if he had been there waiting.
It was after they had started to set that Wilhelm was finally alone in his room and expected to go to bed. He rushed around his room packing a small bag. He put a flashlight, thick gloves, a blanket and his handy pocket knife all in the bag along with an extra coat. He pulled on his own coat and ran to the window. Opening it he stood up on the ledge and lowered himself onto the rose vines. Wilhelm carefully lowered himself down the rose vines getting poked by thorns as he went. Wilhelm turned on the flashlight as he started towards the alley Günther was in. His hands were stinging fiercely as he walked he hissed and tried to ignore the stinging.
The large box still stood tall untouched against the wall in the alley. Wilhelm knocked twice on the side before pulling the box up and tossing aside. Günther sat there quivering with fear and crying. Wilhelm frowned and knelt down to him, he pulled the extra coat from his bag, placing it around Günther making him flinch and look around to whom was there. He seemed to lighten up at the sight of Wilhelm, the boy twisted around and hugged Wilhelm, bawling into his shoulder.
"Listen Günther, I'm really sorry. I promise I didn't forget about you. I just got grounded for being late class again is all. I'm so sorry I wasn't here when I said, to get you. Please forgive me." Wilhelm explain starting to hug Günther back. Günther sniffed with a nod.
"It's okay, I was just scared you had forgotten about me and sent for the Nazis to come get me. You were there laughing with them as they took me away. I was scared that is what you were planning." Günther started bawling again at the terrible thought of his nightmare. Wilhelm patted Günther on the back trying to comfort him.
"It's okay that was just a bad dream. I would never do that to you. I promise." Wilhelm said confidently. Günther nodded to him wiping his tear stained cheeks and sitting back as Wilhelm grabbed thing from his bag. He pulled out large thick gloves and placed them on Günther's small hands before standing. Günther stood with him and took his hand out of habit, Wilhelm was taken aback at the gesture but kept a hold of Günther's tiny hand anyways.
The two walked together across the street and to Wilhelm's house. Wilhelm helped boost Günther up the rose vines, him following soon after. Günther seemed to climb faster than Wilhelm, must be the gloves he is wearing. The two boys stumbled into Wilhelm's room, Wilhelm laying on the floor to rest, while Günther looked around with shock. So this is a bedroom? Günther thought as he spun in a slowly, looking around. Wilhelm scuffed at him and got up, he walked out of the room for a quick second and returned with a damp cloth. He shut the door, locking it in the process and took a seat on the floor in front of the, now closed, window. Günther joined him at the window and watched as Wilhelm dabbed gently at his thorn pokes.
"Are those from the roses we climbed up?" Günther asked as he pulled off the thick gloves and coat, sitting them to the side. Wilhelm nodded with a sigh.
"Nanny is gonna be upset I poked myself, she and mother are already grouchy as it is." Wilhelm grumbled with a scrunched up face. Günther nodded but then realized he had no idea who those people were. Wilhelm chuckled when he saw the look on Günther's face. "Nanny, is my babysitter while mother and father aren't home, which is every day. Mother and father are my parents." Wilhelm explained. Now Günther nodded in understanding and looked back to Wilhelm's hands, his eyes slowly fluttering shut.
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Hero
Ficción históricaIn May of 1940 a German gypsy mother gets murdered by Nazis, leaving her four year old, son Günther to fend for himself. He is now a lone street rat. He founds himself a cold alley to sleep in. He stays there one night. The war has started and Günth...