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Laufend, Zuerst veröffentlicht Feb. 18, 2016
"Mummy Mummy!" she heard her sister cry. She heard footsteps going into her sisters room and telling her to follow. Lucy followed with no resistance dashing through the house into the safe shelter. While she was locked in a room everyone else was in the safe shelter, none of her other siblings knew she existed of course. Only her abusive mother. Oh and Edmund, he picked the lock on my door even though I'm sure they'd been told not to. He found me and we talked, I asked about our siblings and he described them, he said I looked a lot like Lucy. But that night when the Nazis came he ran out with all the rest of them. Wait what's that I here it's Edmund shouting my name. Wait another voice came in "I'm gonna kill em" I was scared for Edmund's safety before I recognized the voice, Peter. I started rapidly pounding on the door, but with the surrounding noise neither of them noticed. 
The bombs dropped and I screamed scrunching up in a little ball. When the sounds stopped I tore my hands from my ears and opened my eyes. Ashes now made up the room I was once locked in. I was free, and forgotten.
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