HANNIBAL
*Ethan's POV*
I can still hear the gunshots... the grenades and helicopters... the tanks and Mischa screaming... I can see my mother dying.. I don't even need to close my eyes for that. It's haunting me in my dreams.
I'm screaming her name in my dreams in pain.
~DREAM/FLASHBACK~
My dad is rushing.
He's making the horse ready. I don't know what's going on. All I can hear are the rockets and guns. Everyone screaming.
We stand in front of the door, behind the big walls that protect us from the Cold War outside.. yet. I help my dad with walking Mischa to to the horse. It is very cold so I hand her the little scarf of mine.
»Hannibal!« my mother's voice reaches my ears from the window, that she put her head out of. She tells me to come back inside with a hand signal. I look at my dad.
»Hurry Ethan.« he is very serious and afraid. I run the little stairs up and then into the saloon with the fireplace where my mother is standing. She hands me a little casket.
»These are very important.« her soft voice comforts me. The she opens a little drawer over the fireplace. I'm confused because I never knew that there was one.
I tiptoe to see what's in there.
Her jewelry and a bunch of letters.
»Ethan, Martha! We need to hurry!« we both look outside the window next to us, where my fathers voice is coming from. She moves faster and puts all the jewelry in that little casket that I'm holding.
We hear another bomb. »MARTHA! HURRY« he screams through the other men screaming.
She wants to take the letters but then looks at me and slowly takes a step back.
She closes the drawer and I ask myself why she won't take them. She has enough time although my dad is rushing us.
Then she closes the casket and takes it in one hand to hold my hand with the other one.
We rush outside. My father and Mischa are already waiting for us. He helps my mother to sit on the while I sit on the back with Mischa.
She's not aware of what's going on. Neither I am really. During the whole ride I keep my arms wrapped around her. She's my everything.
I love my little sister. Her soft blonde hair and her childish laugh makes me happy. She's the best friends I could ever have.
But I also ask myself what was standing in these letters. What they are about and why she left them there. I was sure they were very important. I mean why should she hide them there with her jewelry?
After a while we arrive at a big wood house. It's very pretty. Big enough for my family, our guardians and the maid.
We walk in and the first thing my mother does is giving Mischa a warm bath.
I walk up to her and slowly take her little golden bracelet off and dip it into the soapy water. She chuckled as I blow into it and bubbles come out.
»Look Mischa!« I do it again and she claps.
My mother asks me to hand her the jewelry so I give Mischa her bracelet back and hand my mother the jewelry.
She hides them in the mouth of the dead prepared pig on the wall.
I watch her as my dad comes in. »Is everyone okay?« I look at him..
***
The way they look at us.. their bloody eyes and faces... monsters. I hold Mischa tightly in my arms and pull the blanket over her. It's a very cold winter.
