September 30, 1944
Dear Nicolai,
I’m all alone.
Mama, Papa, and Druka are dead.
I’m beginning to wonder if I’ll be next. Every day I wake up to gun shots, screaming and blood.
I’m tired of this.
I’m tired of this hell.
I know by the time you’ll get this, I’ll already be dead. I want to say that I love you and miss you so much Nicolai. Torren would take good care of me, he promised. But I don’t know how long this war would last. More and more Jews die every day. The numbers are dwindling and soon we all will be extinct.
I’ll miss you when I’m gone, but you don’t have to worry about me anymore. You have a better life In America so don’t come after me brother.
Don’t waste your life finding me.
This is my last letter to you.
I love you.
-Your Brother-
Mika.
I sobbed hard as I put the pencil down and stared at the letter. I had thought long and hard about this and I knew I would probably die. I’m deciding to send this notebook filled with letters to my brother. I’m sure Torren could find him; all he needed to do was to look up Nicolai’s name.
I glanced over to Lukas who was asleep next to me. He stopped sleeping in his own bed, which was fine since I enjoyed his company. He’s technically the last person I have, besides Torren. If I were to lose him, I don’t think I’ll survive another day
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Behind Enemy Lines
General FictionIt all began in WWII Discalimer: This is something i've always wanted to try out. I've never done a WWll story before. It will contain violent scenes and heavy depictions of what happened during that era. Reader discretion is advised.
