Above:Olga In Crimea
"What?" I say my voice just barely above a hoarse whisper,My blood ran cold with terror who is this man?Is he a Bolshevik? Finally come to finish me off? What about Maria did they kill her too? My mind was racing a million hours a minute.When i finally regain my senses i say,"I'm not married!" My voice was now much louder i couldn't go with this man,I haven't survived all of this for nothing."She's obviously delusional"The man said in a gruff voice."What happened?" He asks. Do i sense a little bit of real concern in his voice? No it can't be he doesn't even know me personally. "A few good Samaritans brought her in said they found her in a ditch,Unconscious." The nurse says coolly,Like she doesn't care what happens to me at all. Good Samaritans? I think to myself,They killed my family! I feel like i could burst with anger directed towards the nurse. "I am so thankful they found her,You see she's bipolar and schizophrenic and often runs off and gets herself into trouble." He says casually,Like it's an everyday thing. Schizophrenic?! Bipolar?! What an insult! I am nothing of the sort! Once again their voices jerk me out of my thoughts."Ah yes she was babbling things about that murdered royal family in Russia." The mans face instantly sours and he gives me a murderous look,If only looks could kill. Then i would be dead for sure. I want to shrink under the covers like i did when i was a child but i refused to let this man know he scares me.If i must die at his hands then i will do it bravely not as a coward. "I'll be taking her home now." The mans voice once again jerks me out of my thoughts. Good Lord,Doesn't he ever shut up? "Of course Mr. Burgess." The nurse says. The man looks on as if it wasn't his real name. "Curios-er and Curious-er." I whisper as quietly as i can quoting one of my favorite stories. Soon the nurse returns with a wheelchair."She won't need it." He says firmly.He grabs my arm and basically drags me out of the hospital.The warm sunshine and fresh air are an escape from my troubles for a few moments. "Let go of me" I say as i try to yank my arm away but his grip remains firm. "Stop that" He says with no emotion whatsoever.And it makes chills run down my spine."I will not lose my life at the hands of you!" He looks baffled."Why would i kill you?" "Because you are a dirty Bolshevik." I say with passion,And i spit at his feet.A second later i swear i see a metal blade flash in the sunlight.But just like that it's gone.
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We 7 Forever
Historical FictionWhat if the story of the Romanovs Execution is false? What if it never happened at all? Just Bolshevik Propaganda. Told from the Romanovs Perspective.
