Wilhelm's pokes slowly stopped seeping and now just appeared pink, still a bit sore. He looked down at Günther and saw he was fast asleep on his shoulder. Wilhelm sighed at the thought of picking up the boy and placing him in bed. He did anyways, hoisting the small six year old into his arms and carefully placing him on the bed. Wilhelm then walked to his dresser, changed into his pajamas and climbed into bed next to Günther. He laid there on his back staring at the ceiling, listening to the calm breathing of the sleeping child beside him, and soon drifted off to sleep as well.
Günther rolled over and hugged the pillow beside him, his eyes shot open and he looked down at the pillow. Wilhelm wasn't there, he started to worry and franticly looked around the room. Then he spotted it, a tray of food with a note on it, Günther sat up and grabbed the note. It took him a moment to read it but he eventually did. The note read:
Günther, this breakfast is for you. I had to go to school, so please stay in my room. If Nanny comes up to get the tray, hide in the closet or under the bed. Do eat please, you need it more than I do. You can stay in bed all day if you want, but if you want an activity, try reading one of the books on top of my dresser. Have a good day, I will return at three-fifteen.
Your friend, Wilhelm
Günther smiled, set the note down and grabbed the tray. He took bite after bite, he hadn't eaten since breakfast the day before, and boy was he hungry. He soon finished all the food on the tray and set it back on the nightstand he grabbed it from. That was when he heard the door latch twist, Günther quickly scampered under the bed and help his position. Who he assumed was the nanny Wilhelm mentioned walked in, grabbed the tray and walked back out. Günther sighed with relief and scooted out from under the bed. He stood in the middle of the room and thought about what he should do. That was when he decided to grab a book from off the dresser, sit on the floor and flip through it.
Wilhelm tapped the eraser of his pencil against the side of his temple, he was weary if Günther would get caught by Nanny and what she would do to him. He sighed trying not to think of the fact that could have already happened. Other than what he thought of, Wilhelm's school day want the same as it usually did.
He ran through the halls of the school in a rush to get back home to Günther, to make sure that he was okay and nothing bad happened. Good thing it is the weekend. Wilhelm thought as he reached the main gate and just kept running. He ran through the alley he found Günther in and that is when he started to slow down. He looked up to his bedroom and saw Günther walking around his room. The thought hit him, what is Günther doing? Wilhelm entered the house and walked right up to his room, he could hear Nanny in the kitchen, most likely preparing lunch. He opened the door to his room and Günther wasn't there. Wilhelm smirked, he must be hiding in the closet or the under the bed.
Günther held the small stuffed bear in his hands, he had found just a few moments before and he started playing with it out of curiosity, the bear was a dull brown color. It had a red striped patch covering it left side, it was really soft. His mother had told him about wonderful toys that he could play with if he ever found one, only if he was a good boy would he be allowed to keep it. When he had found it, Günther couldn't help but want to play with it. The bedroom door started to open, he was almost caught by Nanny and that would be bad. Günther slid under the bed as fast as he could and held the bear close. So now he is here, waiting for Nanny to leave. The person's shoes didn't look like Nanny's they were smaller, still bigger than his though. The person walked to the closet and looked inside, with no result the person turned and walked to the side of the bed and knelt down. Günther flinched with fear and clenched his eyes shut holding the bear tightly.
"Günther."
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Hero
Historical FictionIn 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...