--------- "Sorry.." That was all I could say to him, the boy who saved my life. . The boy who, so many years ago, risked his own life to bring me here.. The boy who had somehow, fallen in love with me.. ------------- It all started when I was five. That's when the war began.. The World War Two.. The chaos was unbearable.. I was skinny, starved and hiding, under a flight of old rusty stairs, waiting for the same ends as my parents and younger brother had: Death or Auchswitz. I was whimpering, not caring if my cries were heard.. The images replayed over and over in my mind.. My father had only reached for my mother, a small gesture. Then, boom. My ears were ringing and my face was splattered with my own fathers blood.. My mother screamed and was loaded onto the trains, as Nazis pulked my brother away from her. I ran, and being so small, I was unnoticed. I slipped on the icy ground toward the stairs and hid from the world... Then I waited.. Waited for a very long time it seemed.. I woke to see him standing over me.. I accepted that my life would be ended soon by the figure before me, but instead he scooped me up and carried me.. "Are you alright?" He shook me as he ran. "..." I felt a sudden rush of warmth, and I opened my eyes to see a cozy bedroom around me.. "Are you a Jew? I'll keep you safe, okay?" A woman caressed my head and my eyes closed, and I saw my mother, and began weeping. "Issac, let her sleep. She's been through so much... Poor dear." My mother spoke again, but her voice slowly changed back into this new womans, and I fell asleep in my dillusions. ------ "Morning sunshine." I heard him, in a soft voice. "???" "Im Issac. I'm twelve years old! I found you yesterday and I brought you here.. I'm glad you're awake. You were out for three days! I thought you'd never wake up!!" Issac happily jumps around. "Shh Issac. Let her adjust." An older mans voice said. I opened my eyes to see a boy before me, with blonde curls and pale blue eyes and his two parents, which reminded me of my own.. "Whats your name?" The woman asked sweetly. "K-Kira. I'm six.." "Were are your parents Kira?" "Dead.." -------------------------------
i remember tears streaming down your face when you said, "i'll never let you go." when all those shadows almost killed your light. i remember you said, "don't leave me here alone." but all that's dead and gone and past tonight. just close your eyes, the sun is going down. you'll be alright, no one can hurt you now. come morning light. you and i'll be safe and sound.
Don't you dare look out your window, darling everything's on fire. The war outside our door keeps raging on. Hold on to this lullaby, even when the music's gone. Sorry.
Just close your eyes, the sun is going down. You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now. Come morning light, you and I'll be safe and sooooound!
Hehe I came to this thread thinking it had something to do with the hunger games song. … BUMMMMMMP
AUTHORS NOTE: Sorry guys! Yesterdays post had a typo. Kira was seven, not five!! Thanks for your patience! ----------- "Wake up, Sunshine. It's morning." He smiled so brightly I rolled over and covered my eyes. "Im tired Issac." I grumbled. Three years later.. It was 1941. The Stern family had taken me in and held me as thier own daughter. Nazi Germany was growing worse... The Soviet armies were invading closer to our small home, but I had nothing to fear, because we were 'normal'. Issac was then fifteen, and I was eleven. He and I had became extremely close over those three years.. I felt safe, as if the continuing invasions from the Soviet army were far away, in another world.. Everytime the radio spoke of the Nazis coming closer, I had flashbacks. My mother being dragged by her hair away from my brother, onto the train to Auschwitz.. My father being shot, point blank range to the head.. Everytime I screamed, Issac was there holding me.. It was as if his arms were a halo, protecting me in a soft light.. He was my best friend.. I was his sunshine, which made no sense because of my brown hair and green eyes.. Issac was my saftey, no matter where we were.. As long as he was with me, I would have no nightmares.. His parents were like my own.. Strong and dependable.. I loved them like they had bore me.. They were my world... Until the Invasion.. ----------- Updating later