When Heaven Felt Gone

The Beginning.

We were trying to find Leila Nowakowski for a long time. She was a Polish girl who survived the Holocaust, and we wanted to know the story, and if any of the artifacts we found were hers. We were trying to track her down for months.
"MIKE! WE FOUND HER! WE FOUND HER!"
"What? Cody, calm down. What happened?" I asked calmly.
"We found Leila Nowakowski. She's in Florida!" Cody explained, breathing heavily.
"Get the Helicopter ready." I ordered.
"Okay, sir!!!" Cody yelped.
We got all of our stuff together, and flew down to Orlando, Florida. We got everything, and took a bus down to her street.
"What was it again?" Cody asked.
"Found it!" I replied instantly.
I knocked on the door, and...
Leila's P.O.V.
I've been searched for before. All the
people want is answers, so just look it up on google. Do you really think I want to talk about everything I've been through as a 13 year old? No. I hated the 10 years I was there. The camps started in 1933, and ended 1945. I got to my camp at 1935, and it was dreadful, and sad. My parents, and 6 out of 8 brothers and sisters died. Okay, I don't want to talk about this.
  I heard a knock on the door.
  "Who is it?" I asked.
  " Ma'am, I need to talk to you about something. My name is Michael, and I'm a archeologist, an I'm studying a few things from the year 1933 through 1945. May you help me?" He explained.
  "I'm sorry, I can't." I replied hastily.
  "Please." He begged.
  "What do you need?" I opened the door and showed him into my home.
  "I need to tell me the story of what happened to you 1935 through 1945." Michael stated.
  "Okay. Since you need me for your work, I will gladly do. Just warn, its devastating." I warned him.
  "I was only 13. I was with my parents, In hiding....."

  Young Leila P.O.V
  "Momma, I want to see Ewilina." I ordered. I haven't seen her in 5 years. I've been hiding in a room the size of the bedroom of an apartment. I've been getting bored, and hot, and I just want it all to end.
  "No, you could get killed. There are Nazi's still out there waiting for us. I don't want us to get hurt, okay? Nor does your father." My mother replied, scared.
  "Ugh." I grunted as I sat down.
  Then, I heard steps. They were coming up stairs right towards us. I heard pounding on the door.
  "LET US IN. WE FOUND YOU. LET US IN BEFORE WE BREAK DOWN THE DOOR!!" A soldier screamed.
  Papa let them in, and he was pale as snow.
  "Pack up your stuff. One suitcase, you have 2 minutes. Go!" The other soldier demanded.
  We all ran to our spots and gathered all the things we had. Pictures, clothes, and food. But when we went to leave, they tripped us, and our food went everywhere, and the soldiers stepped on them, one by one.
  "NO FOOD."
  We walked down the stairs, and my heart was beating. It felt like a horse running on my heart, about to jump out of my chest any moment.
  We stopped, and the soldiers took the people who hid us. They threw them against a wall, and shot them. Over and over, even though they were already dead. Even their 4 year old son was shot to death...
  Old Leila P.O.V
  "... and that was the first time I've ever seen anyone murdered, but there was much more to come. May I please take a break? I have a long way to go, and it just gets worse and worse." I asked.
  "Go ahead, Ma'am," Michael said. "Come back when your ready."