Rebecca (Becca) Alder was only ten years old when the war first started. She witnessed her parents slaughtered in front of her. Can she survive? Can she find a new life, and maybe even love? Mature.
*In the process of being revised and edited*
July 1945 Emily gave birth to her and Edgar's son a month ago; they named him Asher, as it means blessed. Asher was blessed to be born after the main war, since he is half-Jewish, especially. Anyway, we left Paris to go to Hiroshima, Japan. Edgar found a wonderful trading job there, and the job won't last too long- so we will head back to Paris at somepoint. I was kind of excited to be in a new big, bustling city, and we would have a elegant, breathtaking, house. I have been especially gloomy lately, I feel like I am invisible. I clean a lot for them, and take care of the baby when they are gone. I just feel like a servant, I used to feel adored and loved. I just miss somebody telling me that everything would be okay.
Though, I should feel so grateful for being alive- for having a wonderful home. However, I wanted to live a full life, where I was happy. I'm not happy when I'm so lonely. I want to feel free and meaningful. As soon as I turn eighteen, I will definitely be leaving to live in America. I heard about New York City fashion- it's so amazing. Maybe someday I will publish this diary, that tells about my journey throughout the holocaust. It could make others realize just how horrible it was for us, always on the brink of death. People still treat us Jews like garbage, even though the war is over. I just wish to be so joyful- to never feel alone. I hope to feel that soon.
Early August 1945 I wake up to the siren of air raid... we are getting bombed by the Americans. We lived out father from the city thankfully, but you could hear the nuke drop for sure. Edgar, Emily, baby Asher, and I ran to the bomb shelter. We made it just in time. You could feel everything shake, it rattled your bones. Everyone was crying, we all thought death was coming. For most in Hiroshima it did. We were so lucky to have the money to find safety, so few made it out alive. Thousands died as we sobbed and shook in fear. We stayed in there for hours. Nobody slept through the night, we were rattled. Finally, an officer came and handed us gas masks, and then we did come out. I fell to the ground crying, everything you could see around you lay in ruins. Even our house only had one wall standing. We needed to get out of here, the Americans could strike again at any second. I knew what the Japanese were doing was terrible, but was this the way to stop it? Edgar and I decided to go down into the city, with our gas masks of course. Of course we stayed far away from the center of devastation, but it still looked like hellfire surrounding us. I must've pulled at least thirty men, woman, and children from the rubble... Some not moving..dead. I was crying the whole time... how could you not. You saw the city you've lived in destroyed.. the people you know..dead. ......................................................... We got in a car and got out of there after being security checked. We took the only boat allowed out of Japan. We then went to China after a long trip and flew out. Few planes were flying. We took a plane to Paris. We decided to go back to our home there. A few days later, there was another attack in Nagasaki, which is also in Japan. ........................... As soon as we got home I was getting screamed at by Emily. "Your almost fifteen, you should help out more." She yelled. "I do a lot more than you do." I replied and rolled my eyes. That got me smacked, I gave her the glare and slammed my door. I'm so tired of being treated like I'm somebody property. I'm sick of it. I thought with Edgar I would finally feel free, but I'm starting to think I will never make it out alive. ............... I sit next to my window and look at the stunning Eiffel Tower.
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Rain starts to pour just as my tears do. Why? Why does life have to be so miserable? I need to get out of this house, before I do something I regret.. .......... I throw on a casual dress and slip out my window quickly and silently. I would have to be back in the house in an hour when Edgar got back from work. I make sure I grabbed my purse, yes good.
I walk down the sidewalk and into the corner market. I buy a root beer to forget my troubles. I gulp it down as I slip into the alley way. Silly, I know. I stepped into the sunshine and gasped, a boy about my age is standing there.
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He was holding some books and dressing casually, like myself. I have to say he was quite handsome. "Can I help you?" He asks smirking. I realize I was staring. "No.." I reply with a shy smile. He laughs. He also lights a cigarette. "Want one?" He asks, still smirking. I gasp. "Oh, of course not, I don't smoke." I reply shocked. He rolls his eyes. "Try one, c'mon don't be a coward." He laughs. I roll my eyes and take one as he lit it for me. I take a puff and start to cough my lungs up! God, I could barely get a breath out! He laughs and laughs. "Well you tried it." He remarks. I roll my eyes. "So Mr. Bad boy, what's your name?" I reply fierce as possible. "Alec." He replies with absolutely no emotion. Strange. "I'm Becca." I reply, trying to be cool and fierce like him. Of course it came out shyly and awkward. I obviously do not have the best people skills. "Well Becca, I have a feeling we will be seeing a lot more of each other soon."
