Broken Beginnings Chapter Eight and Nine (Final Rewrites)

Chapter Eight:

November.29.1938

It has been quiet here, to quiet, the silence is used to scare us, I understand that. I am not going to give them the satisfaction of seeing me afraid, and Mother and Father tell me they feel the same way, but we cannot always be strong, I hear the fear in their voice late at night, and Ivan hear the fear in my own voice, I just do my best to be strong for Naomi, she cannot know how afraid I really am.

Mother and Father do a lot of whispering late at night when she thinks we are asleep, but sleep no longer comes easily. I often lay awake at night, hoping and praying things will get better, that someone will come and save us from this hell we are living through, and it only gets worth.

More families disappear everyday, taken to the Ghetto’s or camps, or shot for no reason other than their very existence. It’s not fair, but that is the way it is now.

Why are people who do not even know us, so determined to destroy us?

I’m only a little girl, how can I be such a threat to them? How can Naomi?

Haven’t they taken enough from us already, our freedoms, our education, most of our books, our art?