When war comes to town.

The Bombing.

My hands are gripping the tiles on the rooftop so tightly that they are starting to ache. My heart is beating so fast that I can't even catch my breath.

By the time I reach my window, it has felt like hours have passed rather than just a few seconds.

I fumble for the window's latch whilst sirens are starting to wail loudly. The window isn't budging and I start to panic.

I keep pushing and pushing and finally force the window open as I go flying onto my bed.

"ANNE?" My Mère is yelling frantically.

"Up here!" I yell back, my voice shaking.

"Oh thank god you are okay!" She exclaims, hugging me tightly.

She pulls away from the hug and her tone suddenly changes, her face grows stern. "I came up and you weren't in bed! Where were you?!" She questions me.

I don't really have an excuse for this one.

"I.. Well you see.. " I start, "I was on the roof... " My voice growing quieter and quieter.

"D-did you see what happened?.." She asks quietly.

I look down at my feet, not sure what to say. "Yes... I did..." I finally mumble.

She stares into my eyes, curious but anxious.

"We will talk about this later, okay?"

"Come downstairs. " She says.

We make our way down the stairs where my Frères and Père are waiting.

Lucien and Marcel both look very pale and are trembling.

My Père is just sitting there, not saying a word. Looking scared but has a small smile on his face for us children.

We sit in silence, not really knowing what to say.

"No one needs to panic, we will be alright..." Père whispers in a calming voice.

"Are we being attacked?.." Marcel asks.

Mère and Père both give each other a look, as if they were deciding whether they should tell us the truth or not.

My Père stares thoughtfully at us for a little bit.

"No. We aren't. " He says, not giving a very convincing look.

"I saw what happened!"

The words tumble out of my mouth before I can stop myself.

Why.

Why did I say that.

All eyes are on me.

"What did you see?" Lucien says softly, so softly I barely hear him.

My bottom lip is trembling as I start to explain what I saw.

Throughout the whole explanation, they are silent. Nodding every now and then as if to signal for me to keep going.

"That's it.. That's all I saw.." I eventually explain.

"We might as well tell you kids what's really going on I suppose, can't keep it from you forever." Mère sighs.

"Listen, there is a very bad man named Hitler. He wants to gain power by taking over and getting rid of certain people. He wants to have only one kind of human race. His perfect race I suppose. Him and his German army have taken Poland and Britain and France are now at war with them..." Père explains.

"Now I don't want you children to panic but things might change in France. Hitler wants France as well and we need to try our best to protect our country. "

So it's true.

He is coming for us as well.

A wave of terror hits me.

"Okay..." I say softly.