The Book Theif

Chapter 2~ Marcy

"It's dark in here.", my little sister Lilly complained.
"Well, you're going to be here a while so you better get used to it.", I said back to her. I didn't want to be mean, especially in times like these, but she needs to toughen up. Mom and Dad are huddled in the corner, both sick as dogs. I hate seeing them like this. It's heart-wreaking.
"Can I get the blanket now?", Lilly asked. We were sharing a small blanket by trading every 5 minutes or so. Mom and dad got the two big blankets to share.
"Sure" I handed her the blanket and a wave of coldness washed over me. I thought how cold Lilly must have been."Keep it."
"No! You need to be warm too."
"You are still growing-"
"So are you."
"Fine." My sister's stubbornness can get in the way of her sweetness sometimes. I handed the blanket to her.
I need to do something. We can't just sit in this basement and wait I till it's over. Mom and Dad have already caught phenomena. I can't risk to go out and find some wood. It's too late at night. I lied down on the makeshift pillow made of hay and fell asleep, my sister curled up next to me.

{The next day}

"Mom, dad, I'm going out. I can't handle this anymore. It's too much.", I finally said.
"Marcy, no. It's too dangerous. He is looking for us.", Mom replied softly.
"Yes. He is looking for you and dad. Not me or Lilly."
"Lilly is not going with you."
"Okay, I'll just go by myself then."
"No that's not what I meant! Neither of you are going."
"So we're just going to sit in here and rot?!"
"No I-", mom choked on her words. "I can' loose you. Or your sister. Your father is near to death! Don't you see? This is hard on all of us, but decisions must be made."

"Mom?", Lily squeaked. "I'm really cold." I immediately ran over to her. Her fingertips and toes were purple. I threw off my tattered sweat shirt and covered Lilly with it. I sat on the hay right next to her, trying to give her as much of my body heat as possible.

"Mom-" My voice cracked."Lily's infected." Tears streamed down my face, warming my cheeks slightly.

"No! Why is this happening to us? Why? What did we do to deserve this?" Mom started shouting hysterically .

Dad grabbed her arms and stopped her from flailing around. "Petrisha! Stop! It isn't our fault! Things happen for a reason."

She stopped screaming and started sobbing into his chest. I can't take this. Not anymore. Something has to be done. "Dad, I need to go. I can get the cure. I can get water, food, clothing. I can find a different, safer place to stay. Please let me!"

"No! It's not safe!"

"Do you want me to catch pneumonia to?"

"No! It will be over soon. Just get some rest."

He's wrong. It won't be over soon. This is a lot bigger than they think. I can feel it. We won't survive more than a week down here with the sickness and small portions of food. They know that. I am going. I'll pack up my portions of food for a few days and a blanket. I'll leave tonight when everyone is sleeping. I need to go. I will go.

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I decided to contine this chapter and make it a whole chapter because I couldn't find a good place to end it. I dedicate this chapter to Marshmallow-queen because I recently read the newest chapter of her book surviving the tornado. It inspired me to write an emotional chapter also. Go read it. Thanks for reading. Vote. Comment. Share. Read. 

Your author, Eliza