The Sketch Pad | Kay - BOOK I AM DOING WITH JACK D - (Chapter 3) PLease comment!

by Kay in ...

Location: Germany, Arendsee
Year: 1941

     “ELSIE! DISHES!” My mother commanded me, by screaming up the stairs. I groaned forcing myself to sit up from my bed, and throw down my notepad and pencil. I hadn’t a clue to why I waisted my time trying to draw. I was lucky if I could make a straight line- much less a beautiful drawing.
 
     My toes curled in at the feel of the warm, soft carpet that lay underneath my feet. Upon entering, I managed to see mama and papa sitting in their rocking chairs. Papa grimaced, looking over at me and then leaned forward, clicking a switch on the radio. I went over to the sink, and slowly began washing the dishes. My mama and papa both sat back, turning the radio up some. I listened, but could only hear faint murmurs over the sound of the water and the clanking of dishes. I jumped, one of mama’s favorite china dishes smashing onto the floor, as my mother screeched.
    
     “Their coming… here!” My father stood, putting a hand on her arm.
    
     “Calm down dear.”
    
     “Oh my! What to wear, when will they be here, we have to make them impressed, it is just so rare!” I felt myself falling, and my eyes closing, but what was weird is that in only a few blinks, I found myself standing again. I looked around, thouroughly confused, seeing my father once more tried to calm her down, but once she whipped her head around to look at the broken dish, she went into hysterics of German cursing. “Sie faulen schmutzigen Tier! Verdammt zur Hölle! Du Hexe! Sie sollten nicht meine Tochter sein!”
 
     I cowered back into the counter as she looked to me "Rotten child, they shouldnt see you, we should shove you into a counter so they don't see what a disgrace you are!" I tried to run but her hand had my wrist as she threw me down onto the ground. She brought her hand down on me several times. I burst into tears. My father also looked down at me, shaking his head.
 
    "You need to learn proper edicate..." I found myself weak, hardly able to move when Faith, my older sister came in. Her eyes widened in horrer at the site of me and pushed mama and papa away, picking up my bruised and bleeding body. What was said next, I didn't know, for my vision and hearing were both going blurry. Faith began screaming at mama and papa, bursting out the doors, me still in her arms. She looked to me, carrying me to the river and set me down, ripping her dress to dab my wounds. I groaned, not completly blacking out. My body throbbed and my cheek felt swollen, I could even taste blood in my mouth. I heard the screen door fly open and managed to look over. My younger sister Karen came running out towards us. Her hair swayed side to side, her eyes full of worry, and her expression one of fear.
 
     "Not again..." She lifted my arm, taking my hand as Faith continued to dab around my wounds. Finally blackness found me.
 
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     I woke up in my bed, drenched in sweat, throbbing with pain. I screamed with unbelivable strength in my voice and mama came running up the stairs. I screamed, backing further away, but she took my hand and pulled me close to her. Faith also ran into the room and I jumped out of bed, throwing myself at her. She held me tight, then looked from me to mama.
 
     "Keep her away from me!" I managed in my screaming.
 
     "Elsie! Hush!" I stoped my screaming and looked to where my bruises had been. They were gone.
 
     "What happened?!" I asked horrifically, looking back to mama's hurt and confused expression.
 
     "You passed out when you were doing dishes, you must have dropped my plate, because that was when we noticed you were on the ground." Mama explained. I looked to Faith who just nodded.
 
    "But you-" I looked to mama. "and you-" I looked back to Faith, my strength faultering.
 
     "It was a dream." Mama assured me as I laid back in bed. She stroked my bangs. Dabbing my forehead with some more water I felt my eyes closing.
 
     "But... but..." Faith put her finger to my mouth.
 
     "I'll stay with her mama..." Faith assured her. My mother watched me, her eyes filling with concern as she nodded.
 
    "Very well, but keep her awake while I go make her something to eat." My mom exited the room and I looked up to Faith.
 
    "I think I've gone mad..." I muttered, looking back at the door. She laughed quietly to herself and I glared into her eyes. She paused, also looking away.
 
     "I can't believe you actually slept through everything!" She murmured. I sat up.
 
     "Through what?" I asked quickly.
 
     "The bombing... Ardensee was bombed, sh... sh... it is nothing to be afraid of..." I felt something shake the house and I raised my eyebrow. She shuddered and I hugged myself to her feeling another shake. So this was the war...? I could only hope that it wouldn't get any worse than this. The things I didn't know...