“Wake up, Daniel,” his mother whispered in his ear, “it’s time to get up.” He groaned as he sleepily sat himself upright. The morning light seeped in through the window across from his bed. He could hear a few birds singing. As his mother walked back out he pulled himself out from under the covers. It was cold and the feeling to get back in bed only grew stronger. He forced himself out of bed and found his coat. He walked down the stairs and down the hallway to the kitchen where his mother was making breakfast. She smiled as she saw her ten year old boy walk in, still rubbing his eyes. He was small for his age. Daniel sat down at the table and watched his mother cook. Her name was Simone and she was tall and elegant. She had beautiful yellow hair and a fair complexion. Daniel asked, “Could I go to Rudy’s house?” He was on vacation from school and he hadn’t seen his friends for a while. “Yes, I suppose you could. I’ll ask Rudy’s mother tomorrow.” The food was ready just a few minutes later. His mother went to the cabinets. She motioned for Daniel to come and he did. She handed him two plates and took three more. She put food on the three she had as Daniel put his two plates on the table. “Take this one,” his mother handed Daniel a plate with food. She took the other two and they both walked to the living room next door. The living room had two couches and a table in the center. There was also a mahogany colored rug. Daniel and his mother set down the food on the table and moved the couch aside. His mother lifted up the rug to reveal a door leading to an underground room. As she opened it, Daniel saw a sight that he had already gotten used to. Inside were three pale people. They squinted as his mother let in the light. He and his mother retrieved the plates of food and looked down inside.
“I hope it wasn’t too cold last night,” Simone asked. The man looked up at her. He had sunken eyes and rough skin. His shoulders were hunched and his left hand had a tendency to shake, especially when he was nervous or frightened. But Daniel did not notice any of this. The only thing he noticed was the nose. The man had a very large, crooked nose.
“No it was fine. You gave us enough covers to feel warm.”
“Are you sure?” Simone asked, her brows tilted upwards. It was the woman who answered this time.
“Really, it was fine. You have no need to worry. You are already doing enough as it is.” The woman was as pale as her husband. Even though Daniel saw that she was very skinny, he still thought she was pretty. She had pretty brown hair and kind eyes.
“We brought you breakfast,” Daniel said. The people in the basement smiled and Daniel and his mother walked down the few stairs to them. His mother handed the man his plate and Daniel served the woman.
“Thank you,” she said as she took the plate of food in her hand. With her other arm she held a small boy. He was younger than Daniel, around six or seven. Daniel greeted the young boy but the little boy merely shrunk away.
“He doesn’t say a lot,” observed Daniel. The woman looked down sadly and replied, “He used to.”
Simone and Daniel stayed a little longer and watched them eat. At one point Simone sent him to go get more food. When he was coming back he had heard his them talking in whispers. Among those whispers he heard the words “Jews” and “Nazis.” When his mother saw him come she abruptly stopped, smiled, and said, “We were just having grown up talk.” Then they all ate breakfast together. As they ate and talked, Daniel pondered for a moment. Daniel was a smart boy compared to others his age. His mother always referred to the people in the basement as “star people” and sometimes warned him about “The Men with the crisscrosses on their suits.” But Daniel knew that she was just trying to protect him from the reality that he had learned anyway. Of course, he did not know in detail but he understood that the star people were in trouble with The Men with the crisscrosses and that they had to be protected. He knew that he had to act very behaved around those men. He also knew that if The Men found out about star people in their house, he and his mother would be in a lot of trouble.
When breakfast was done, his mother took the plates. As she and Daniel were heading back up the stairs she said, “Daniel and I have to go grocery shopping. I’ll close the door, but when we come back I’ll open it again.” The star people nodded. As she closed the door she told Daniel about how she felt bad about leaving them there. She then sent him to get dressed.
When they walked out and drove towards the town. The weather was already beginning to warm so they only took light coats with them. Simone and Daniel lived a few miles away from town, in the woods. Once they arrived, they parked the car and hopped out. They walked to the produce stands. Daniel was looking at the different food available when he saw a tall man standing by the edge of the street. It was one of them. He pulled at his mother’s coat.
“Mutter, look. A man with the crisscross.” His mother leaned down and responded quietly, “I know.” As other times before, Daniel behaved very well. He noticed that his mother was tense as well. She had a few vegetables in her basket and three loaves of bread as well. Once they had all the food they needed they went to the man who ran the stand. She gave him the food. Daniel watched the large, burly man. He had run the stand for as long as Daniel could remember.
While the man put the food in bags he gave a sidelong glance to her. As Simone gave him the money he handed her the food. “Quite a lot of food for just you and your boy, Simone.” Daniel felt his mother’s grip tighten. Acting as composed as she could manage she responded, “Well, Jürgen, I am sorry if I wanted to store food. You never know with the war and all.”
He gave her a hard gaze and said coldly, “If I were to store food, Simone, I would get food that wouldn’t perish.” Simone stared coldly back, took the food and quickly turned away. Daniel noticed that his mother was very quiet. It was only when they were driving back home that she spoke.
“How could I be so stupid!?” Her knuckles were pale on the steering wheel and her shoulders were tense. They carried the groceries inside. She told Daniel to put everything where it was supposed to go and went away. Daniel did as he was told and when he was done he found his mother in the dining room. She was sitting alone. Daniel saw that she was drinking the orange stuff that he had always wanted to try but his mother never let him. She didn’t drink that stuff often. Daniel noticed how run down she looked. Her face was puffy as well. He walked towards her slowly and sat down beside her.
“What’s wrong, Mutter?” He asked her softly. There was a slight pause. Her shoulders shuddered slightly and tears welled up in her eyes, “I’ve doomed us all.” She cried quietly for a while, the cup always in her hand. Daniel hugged her and tried to give as much comfort a ten-year old can give. When her tears subsided Daniel said, “What are we going to do?” She took in deep breaths and rubbed her tears away with her hand.
“We have to get them out of here,” she declared. They hurriedly walked to the dining room, pushed the couch, moved the rug, and opened the door. Without saying hello, Simone told them of what had happened.
“You need to get out of here, now. They can come at any second,” Simone told them. The star people looked frightened and Daniel noticed that the man’s hand was shaking more than usual. The three walked out of the basement. Simone quickly packed them almost half of the food she had bought.
“You don’t have to give us this,” the star woman said.
“Nonsense, take it.” The star grown-ups looked reluctant but accepted the food anyway. When they were ready to leave Simone lead them to the back. Daniel followed and he heard his mother telling them which way to go. There was a safe house nearby. Daniel listened to the directions and made a mental map of it inside his mind.
“Now go, quickly, before they show up.” Daniel noticed that the star man’s hand was shaking violently now.
“Come with us,” the star man said to her. For a quick second Simone thought about it. But then she shook her head. “No,” there was a slight pause, “they may not even come anyway.” The star people looked doubtful and she did as well. But she gave no other explanation. As they left the star woman came back and shook her hand one last time. “Thank you,” she whispered. She looked towards me and caressed my cheek in a motherly manner. Then she headed off. Simone and Daniel watched as they disappeared into the forest.
They walked back inside and closed the basement door and hid it under the rug and couch.
“Listen to me Daniel,” she pulled him in to directly face her, “if anything happens, anything at all, go hide there.” She pointed at a small air vent. It was small and Daniel doubted he could fit but he didn’t say this.
“Do not come out, not for any reason, do you understand?” Her stare scared him. He had never seen her this serious or scared. He nodded. After that there wasn’t much to do. They sat in the dining room table, just waiting. For what, Daniel wasn’t sure.
The day passed and Simone was starting to wonder if it was too early to become hopeful. Then something could be heard, the sound of cars driving up to their house. Daniel ran to the window and saw two cars coming. Daniel did not need to see the crisscross to know who was here. He gave his mother a look of fear and she stared back, equally terrified. She stood up and a quick look passed between them. Without having to say it, Daniel understood what his mother was saying. He ran past her, down the hallway to the living room. Behind him he could hear the harsh knocking. He heard his mother’s footsteps as they wearily approached the door.
He ran across the living room. He tripped on the rug but quickly recovered. He removed the small metal encasing on the air vent and squeezed inside. It was a tight fit but he managed. He scooted in further. It was dark and he was hidden in shadows. He placed the metal encasing back where it was and sat as quietly as he could. But then he saw the rug. The corner was folded back to reveal a small part of the door leading down to the basement. It must have happened when he had tripped over it.
He heard the Nazis barge in. He might have just enough time to fix it and come back. He knew he had to go back. But he did not move. The sound of boots coming closer paralyzed him. He could hear a harsh voice saying, “Where is your son?”
“He’s at a friend’s house, Rudy Petersen’s house.”
“You are suspected of hiding Jews, Frau Shwarz.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
One of the men came into the living room. He quickly looked around and soon found the rug. He walked to it, lifted it up and called out, “Gottschalk!” A tall man, with broad shoulders stormed in. Daniel’s mother was close behind. The man saw the door and swiftly turned to face Daniel’s mother. He loomed over her menacingly.
“That’s just a basement where we put old stuff-“
“Gottschalk,” one of the others walked down and pulled out the covers, “there are covers in here and there is a little bit of food.” He pulled out a small piece of bread. Simone’s eyes widened as Gottschalk turned back towards her. He grabbed a fistful of her hair.
“Where are the Jews?” He demanded.
When she didn’t say anything he pulled her hair and she screamed in pain.
“Where are they?!” He screamed into her face. Simone was crying and kept trying to pull away his fingers from her hair. She scratched at his hands and The Man with the crisscross unleashed her hair and cried out in pain. She fell to the floor and rubbed her scalp. Gottschalk glared at her. He raised his hand and slapped her across her face; the sound seemed to echo through the house. Daniel watched in horror, still hidden in the air vent. He could hear footsteps from above as the others ransacked the house, looking for what Daniel assumed to be the star people.
Gottschalk called to the other man in the basement.
“Watch her,” Gottschalk commanded. The other crisscross man withdrew his gun and pointed it to Simone’s forehead. Gottschalk went down into the basement. Daniel couldn’t see what he was doing. Gottschalk came back out and stood in the center of the living room watching over everything. He turned to Simone again and asked her once and for all, “Where are they?”
Simone saw Gottschalk and saw the devil. She saw his malicious eyes and was more afraid of him than she was at the gun that was only inches from her head. But she forced herself to be strong. She knew that Gottschalk wasn’t the only one watching.
“They’re in the attic,” she slowly stood up, the gun following her, “I’ll show you.” She told herself not to look at the air vent, not to give them any hint. Gottschalk looked suspicious but motioned her forward. At that moment another crisscross man came down the stairs and said, “The attic is clear, sir.”
Gottschalk rolled his eyes, “I’m tired of this. Shoot her.” Almost as soon as he said it a loud gunshot resounded through the house. It hurt Daniel’s ears. His mother fell to the floor instantly. Daniel wanted to cry out. He wanted to run to his mother. But Gottschalk prevented him from revealing himself.
“She was reported today, they couldn’t have gone far. Go find the boy at his friend’s house. I’ll decide what to do with him later.” He strode out of the room, his footsteps heavy and decisive.
The Nazis continued to search the house but found nothing. Daniel did not come out of the air vent until they had been gone for a good twenty minutes. He came out only to be met with his mother’s corpse. The sight of her made him back away. He saw her face: pale, seemingly cold, and surely void of life. He saw the red spot in her forehead; it stood out against her colorless skin. But the worst thing was her eyes: blank, faded, and empty. That would be his last glimpse of her. He wanted to hug her, to feel her touch one more time. But before he knew it, he found himself running out the backdoor into the dark woods, the cold air freezing him to the bone. The image of his mother’s dead body kept appearing before his eyes and every time it did he ran faster.
The feeling of his mother being gone was like having a piece of him die as well. He felt as if his heart had been ripped in two. The knowledge that he would never feel her touch ever again, that he would never hear her voice, or see her eyes the way they used to be, crushed him. He felt like he simply wanted to lie down and die as well. But most of all; he felt lonely.
He remembered the directions his mother had told the star people to go, or as they were called, “Jews.” He was going to the same place the Jews were going. He followed the mental map he had made earlier, running through the woods, feeling the ice cold air seep into his lungs. Daniel ran and ran, away from The Men with the crisscross on their suits, from his mother’s corpse, and from the mahogany-colored rug that had started it all.
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