Fear - Original Writing

Fear - Original Writing

I am afraid. I cling close to my sister Sarah in the dark. Even though

there is little light, I can see her bright eyes. My older sister

holds me tight, occasionally telling me, "Hush, Zoe," when I try to

cry out for Mama and Papa and even for John, my mean older brother.

John, who had been so helpful the last few minutes we were together,

pulling the loose planks off the floor and helping us down into a

secret hole beneath the house. John, who was so kind to us, telling us

that he would always love us and would see us again soon. He didn't

even laugh when I started to cry as he lowered us under the floor. My

calm big brother, who used to be so critical, became so nice to me so

suddenly. He did his best to calm Sarah and I, hugging us and kissing

our foreheads. He even handed me my favorite doll, which I named Molly

after my grandmother. Mama said that grandmother and she shared that

name. I think she said that because they both were called Molly. Where

was Mama anyway? Oh, I am so scared!

I remember when Papa was talking about the secret hole; he said that

if the Nazis came we would have to hide in it. I didn't know who the

Nazis were, so I asked him, and I remember John laughed and called me

"Stupid Zoe" like he always did. Dad scowled at John, telling him that

I was not stupid just because I asked questions; he had said that I

was very smart for my age, which made me blush with delight, and then

smiled at me before telling me about the Nazis. He said they were the

people who controlled our little town and said that Adolf Hitler was

the leader. Papa had asked me if I had ever heard of Hitler. I said I

had, and it was true. I saw his pictures all over the city and had

heard him on the radio. I thought he was funny with his little tiny