Awakening

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Adelheid Uwe, daughter of Günter Uwe, her father and her mother Agnes Horst, a well known jewish family was celebrating her 17th birthday on october 13, 1939 when she and her family were forced to go into an emergency hiding.

disclaimer: the characters in this story are fictional and made from authors imagination

Adelheids pov:

I’m suddenly woken up by a majestic creature hovering over me licking my face as if it were the most delicious treat. Kras continued his attack on my face as Tripp and Seren watched uninterested. I lazily pushed Kras away and as my thoughts were slowly coming back I remembered that today I’m going to turn 17.

The grin on my face suddenly turned into a frown as realization of the war hit me. The war has been getting dramatically worse and it troubled me deeply not knowing if it’ll escalate. My fingers combed through my unusually straight, ginger hair in hopes of taming the mess.

I grabbed my decently sized vintage mirror and was met with my hazel eyes staring back at me through the mirror. I bit my lip as I thought about what my father has asked me to do last night during dinner, he had wanted me to invite my friends over for a small birthday celebration, but I was too ashamed to tell him that me and the other kids my age never got along well. Everyone always despised me, I don’t know if it was because of my unusually straight hair, or if they found me rather annoying, or perhaps intimidating?

I sighed in defeat and strutted towards the bathroom to complete my morning routine. Once I had done my business in the bathroom I made my way towards the very tiny furniture I called a closet and picked out an appropriate outfit for my birthday, a blue overall with a plain white shirt underneath. I slowly but carefully put my perfectly straight hair into a plait.

My stomach growled at me in hunger as I slowly made my way downstairs into the kitchen.

As I was making my way down the elegantly carpeted stairs for breakfast, the smell of freshly cooked eggs hit my nose, I quickened my pace as did my loyal dogs Tripp, Kras, and Seren.

Although Tripp wasn’t a big fan of my mother he quite enjoyed the luxury steak my mother cooked for him for breakfast. He’s always had a negative reaction to my mother, growling and barking at her threateningly. My mother is a very modest and well put together woman who always wore long sleeved clothes, and covered her top half while revealing her gorgeous legs. The thing with my mother was she never showed too much skin, we always thought it had something to do with religious beliefs but none of us dared to question it as we’d have a very long and painful lecture.

As I entered the modern kitchen I carefully blew out the candles on the cake my mother had prepared the night before. Scanning the table once more I saw my mother had left a note claiming she’d be gone for a few minutes. Not knowing when she’d left the note I carefully gulped down the delicious breakfast before I was interrupted by my mother running into the house panting and panicking.

“The time has come, we need to go into hiding immediately!” she managed to blurt out in her situation. I was extremely confused, and baffled at what I had just heard but I quickly came back to reality and made my way towards my room where I hurriedly packed my hair comb, some of my clothes, and my favorite book, “A house divided”. I’ve picked up a lot of english words from the books I had been continuously borrowing from the library, I had taught myself how to read and write, my father always found this skill of mine very fascinating.

We sprinted to our hideout, a library attic, we had continuously debated on whether or not it was a suitable place, but in the end we’d agreed on the attic. The place was very small and had only two rooms, so we’d have to get used to being cramped up. The 2 rooms consisted of a bathroom and a kitchen, so my parents decided we could sleep on the kitchen and huddle up together if it ever gets too cold.

Over the four years since we had entered the attic, most of my clothes got old and small on me, they were barely recognizable from when my mother had sewn them for me. I had developed a very petite figure due to the lack of food I’d eat daily, my mother had become very strict on supplies as we could run out any moment. I was bored to death in the attic as I had missed the beautiful garden and fresh air, so I either ended up spending all my time reading and rereading the book I had taken with me or cuddling and playing around with Tripp, Kras, and Seren. Much to my amusement though, with the lack of space they still found a way to make themselves comfortable.

That’s usually how my days would be spent, this morning in particular though I had woken up to the sight of my dangerously looking ill and pale parents. My hazel orbs met their terrified ones and proceeded to ask them what was wrong. They replied in such a low voice that if we hadn’t been so cramped up I wouldn’t have heard them. What they said terrified me to the core, a group of nazis had stormed the library and they’ve been searching the area thoroughly as we spoke.