Not My War.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Historical Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Fifteen year-old Elise wishes nothing more than the terrible war to stop. It took her father and mother, and she doesn't want it to take her too. But still the "burden" rages on, and then takes a drastic turn for the worse. Will Elise be able to cope with the war and still fight the one burning inside her as well? 

Chapter 1 (v.1) - Prologue

Submitted: May 05, 2013

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  We sat crouched in a dark alley, listening to the piercing cries of dying soldiers and hoped not to be found. Mummy held me tight as I buried my face in her arms. "Everything's going to be okay," she whispered, her dark hair dangling around her beautifully Romanian face. The soothing sound of her voice relaxed me. The wind beat at my back like a whip, and I felt her arms weaken as the tension of the war rose. I began to shiver as the air temperature slowly decreased. Kissing my forehead, she held on tighter. "Hush now, and go to sleep." she said. I closed my eyes as tears of fear ran down my six year-old cheeks and onto my faded brown dress. Stroking my long black hair, Mummy began to hum a lullaby. Reminding myself that it's going to be okay, I tried to tune out the violent quarrel between the soldiers; the sound of mother's voice made me feel safe. Oh, how I longed to be back in our tiny apartment, giggling and eating freshly baked bread! The thought of food was overwhelming, but there's no turning back now. Our apartment was probably already filled with scary Nazi officers.

"Mummy?" I questioned.

"Yes, Elise?" Mum replied calmly.

"Why is there war?" I asked, petrified.

"Well, when different countries encounter disagreement, instead of solving it like nice people, they tend to get hostile. Then they send men out for war to fight what they believe in." she explained.

"Oh." I replied, not fully understanding her explanation. She started to hum again, and my body quickly relaxed and started to shut down. She stroked my back as I curled myself into her lap like a kitten. I shut my eyes again, and tried to picture back at the apartment. In my mind, I saw mother reading a novel on our coffee-colored couch and me trying to find the missing puzzle pieces which are scattered across the living room floor. The light in the tiny kitchen was from a single candle, and the rest of the room was filled with interesting shadows. Hearing someone knock on the door, I stood up to answer it. Opening the door, I fearfully stepped away as two German soliders brushed by me and headed towards Mummy. I whimpered and shook my head to get out of the frightful dream, but it wasn't a dream. It really happened. I began to get dizzy and my heart started to pound. The humming slowly died down 'til it stopped completely. I opened my eyes and saw nothing but a dark wall of fog. I looked up at her; a worried expression was written  all over her face. "What's wrong?" I asked, afraid. 

"Someone's coming," informed she. A cold chill ran down my back as I turned around. Wiping the tears out of my big brown eyes, I peered towards the direction that she is.

"I don't see anything," I announced.

"Exactly." she replied gravely. I squinted again and saw a blurry figure quickly coming towards us.

"How did you know? I asked bluntly.

"Shh..."she said while beginning to stand up slowly. I stood with her, and she picked up my small frame then started to run. As the wind blowed in my face again, a shot rung out in the murky air. I screamed and held on tighter. The figure started to pick up speed, obviously trained. I felt the bones of Mummy's thin body weakening by the minute, but she proceeded forward. We turned a corner, and I coughed as the air turned stale. She jogged further down the alley, entering into some sort of tunnel. I looked behind me and to my surprise, I didn't see the dark figure like before. Turning once more, we reached a dark gateway that lead to the end of the tunnel. I sighed in relief, but Mummy still moved forward. But the further we went, the louder the battle became. "This is no good," Mum murmured to herself. We started to turn around but saw nothing but the darkness of the night. She hesitantly plodded onwards, toward the resounding battle scene. I looked back again, just to make sure and saw the dark figure once more gaining speed.

"Mummy..." I warned. She looked the same direction as I. Starting to panic, she set me down.  "What are you doing?" I whimpered.

"Go..." she whispered, gesturing me to run.

"But..." I protested, but she cut me off.

"Go, Elise!" Mummy yelled. I hesitated for a moment, then ran away while starting to cry. I hurried forward, not really knowing where I was going. I looked back to see her running away from the enemy. I cried harder. Falling down, I tried to scramble to my feet. I attempted to wipe the tears out of my eyes, but more kept coming. My body exploded with fear, not knowing where to go. The roar of the mile-away battle raged on, and I ran deeper into another back alley. My small, thin legs started to cramp, making me trip and land on the hard ground. Crawling on my hands and knees, I groped around until my head hit something hard. Everything started to swirl until it all went black.

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