The Isolated Diaries: The Holocaust of 1941 by Katie Radgowski (early readers txt) 📕

Cold tears came to her eyes. She was never rude to her father, netherless Mother. Something lighted inside her, something that exploded into ashes and came out, redder then blood itself.

Emma grabbed her notebook from her pocket and went to the window, sniffing. Maybe a poem will soothe her, and calm down her throbbing mind. 

Emma got out her glittery pen. Skipping some written pages, she found a nice, clean one. She started to write; 

"No one cares, 

 No one minds, 

No one minds that I'm dying inside 

I stay here, whisping out tears, 

My mind burning in rage, 

Ready to avage 

Of all bloody lies 

Told and gone, 

The lost love, 

 of a mother and son

 turn son to daughter, 

 comes out clean, 

 with years to come, 

 on spares I sing, 

 Let blood come, 

 to my bloody knife, 

 sing a lullaby 

 to the moon's first, 

 killer light, 

 E.B" 

Emma stopped writing. Her fingers trembled for more bright, soothing poems. She started writing again, her breaths raspy now. 

"Father and Mother, 

 why don't you care, 

 for your daughter's 

  inside mind

 you leave me out to melt, 

 in the sun's, 

 heating dark hell, 

 I sit and wait,  

 for water to come 

 but you bring me for pain 

 by calling in your friend's son 

 who want's to marry me 

 and take my first approval 

 but now you will sing 

to endless disapproval 

 I will not bow 

 to his gooey fingers'

I will reject 

 untill the sun turns, 

to cold water. 

E.B" 

Emma started to laugh softly. This poem... it was great. A modavation to life. She would not kiss nor marry Charlie Gem. She would marry and kiss John Gray till her last breath. Her mind singed with new poems but she couldn't write them. She was too.. troubled. 

She dropped the pen into her pocket along with her notebook and breathed in the still, warm air. 

Suddenly, she heard a clatter downstairs. Emma heard Mother's scream and Father's raging voice. The sudden air turned to black, wispy smoke as dark voices commanded downstairs, pounding against the floor. 

Emma froze. 

The Nazis. 

Emma heard footsteps pound along the hallway's floors. Emma dropped to the floor, crawling as the smoke got heavier. She coughed and gasped for air. Her locked door recieved a knock then a SLAM. 

Emma froze as the door kept on getting slams. Finally, it stopped. Emma coughed as she blinked. Was it just a daydream? 

Suddenly, the door flew open, hitting her mirror that was attached to the wall. Emma screamed in horror as the mirror pieces fell to the floor, cut and sharp. 

Men in dark black suits and with long, black hats came in. They had spears and were wearing smoldering boots with buttons to their suits and coats. They grabbed Emma from the ground with their rough gloves and pulled her through the smoke. 

Emma blinked her watery eyes to see. William was being dragged like Emma, crying as he screamed and pulled to be free. Emma cried his name, trying to get to her little brother. But she couldn't. One guard grabbed her neck and threw her forward. Emma gasped at the pain in her back. 

The guards carried William and her downstairs. Emma saw Father and Mother too locked up by the Nazis. Father was screaming, thrusting and pulling while Mother was crying. 

"Don't hurt the children!" Mother cried. 

"We won't hurt 'em." One guard promised, his voice dark and harsh. "We'll just take 'em with us. But... you two may have to go." 

Mother and Father froze. Their eyes widened as the guard reached for a long, heavy looking weapon in his belt.

Emma felt her heart leap to her throat as the guard pulled out a large wooden rifle. It's polished surface glinted off the light. Emma knew what was going to happen. Oh no... 

 "Stop!" 

BOOM. 

Emma stopped struggling. The guard put down his gun, smiling in intense sastifaction. Mother fell to the ground, limp and dead. Mother's skin turned instantly white as snow as the bullet wound, which was at her neck, was bleeding all over her shirt and floor. A thin trail of blood was pouring from her open mouth. Father fell too, pale and bloody like Mother. 

"No! Mother, Father!" Emma screeched. 

William started sobbing again. The guards ordered something to each other in German before they yanked Emma and William out of the house. 

It was dark outside. Lanterns were hanging everywhere and Emma could see people on the porchsteps of their houses, watching them silently with sorrow. 

Emma stopped pulling too. Her muscles ached and the spots where the guards gloves bore into her skin were red. Emma saw them pull William away, but she was too exhausted to scream out. 

Emma felt her belly churn as she saw the guards light up matches and throw them into her house's windows. Suddenly, a fire broke out inside the house. The orange flames licked up the flammable areas as smoke bellowed from the open windows and into the air. Emma could see the flames inside her room, eating up her precious stuff. 

The guards pulled Emma along until they reached a wooden wagon near her house. It had other Jews in it too, but they were all children, smaller then her. The puller of the wagon was a old white horse eating some grass between the cobblestone layers. The guards threw her into the wagon and tied a rope around her hands and feet, placing her onto the wagon's bottom firmly so she wouldn't move. They then mounted the seats at the front and whipped the horse. The horse snorted before lifting it's head and trotting down the street in a fair pace. 

Emma felt her heart turn cold. William went into another wagon farther away from the house. His cries for her echoed into the night. 

Emma watched as the orange glow of the fire vanished into the shadows as the wagon retreated. The other children were quiet, looking at the houses as the wagon passed by. 

Emma's chest tightened painfully. Everything was gone. Her parents, her brother, her house... everything. She never got to apologize to her mother or father, or her brother. She was terrible. 

Emma rested her chin on the wagon's side, feeling it scrape her skin. Where to now? She would die inside the camp that they were taking her soon. She knew it and she would never make it. 

Emma gritted her teeth as she saw two bright, glowing blue eyes near one large, fancy house on the corner. It was him. 

Charlie Gem. 

Emma hissed as the wagon pulled over to Charlie Gem. They were turning to the next road, that led to the outside train station. Emma managed to pull out the rope that was pulling her feet down. She turned over to the side of the wagon, facing Charlie as they stopped the wagon so the guards to go get some water fuels. 

"Hallo, Emma Blackclover, darling." Charlie chirped, eyes glowing mindly as he walked up, wearing a fancy cloverstone vest and white pants, with pearly black shoes bigger then the wagon's wheels. "Having a fancy day?"

"You-you idiot traitor!" Emma snapped as she looked into his eyes, her own green eyes glowing with fire. "You called the Nazis!" 

"I did not so!" Charlie retorted, his voice high. "I did nothing of the sort. Why would I send you to death when I love you ever so much?"

"You never loved me! You only wanted me for my family's high riches! Well, pretty boy, you can forget that! There all gone!" Emma growled. 

"Gone?" Charlie echoed. His voice seemed puzzled. "Gone? Why, that can't be possible." 

"The Nazis burned my house. It burned the jewels, too." Emma replied. Emma liked the despair in his eyes for the once lovely glowing purple jewels. 

Charlie stomped his foot as he pointed an accusing finger to Emma. His finger almost touched her nose as he snapped. "You... you... you black-headed snotty little girl! Those jewels were mine from the start! I never loved you! And your right.. I did call the Nazis! Good thing your parents are dead, girl." 

Emma felt rage twist inside her chest. "You'll pay for this!" 

"Boo hoo. Sure." Charlie hissed. 

Emma turned her arm. One of her hands twisted out of the rope's bind. With full force, she hit Charlie's nose. She heard a crack and Charlie yelped. The ginger-headed boy toppled back over the sidewalk and into a puddle. When Charlie lifted his hand, blood was pouring from his swollen and brittle nose. 

"You made me bleed!" He gasped in shock. 

"Good. You need to bleed and feel the pain you've inflected on me. You need it, Charlie Gem. Your a high snotty kid who thinks he has everything. Well, your wrong." 

The guards came back from the store. They climbed into the wagon, ignoring Charlie and his bloody nose, and whipped the horse. The horse trotted down the now coming dirt road and to the train station. 

Emma watched, grimacing, as she tolled away from Charlie. He was still in the puddle, blood pouring from his broken nose as he watched her in shock. 

Emma winced as he vanished from sight. Revenge was a killing thing. Anyone would go inside their hearts and rip it out, puting pain on the other person. It was life. 

Emma needed to deal with it. 

Emma breathed deeply as the horse pulled the wagon to the train station. The station was empty. The old benches were broken as the ground in the pavillion were stained with red and orange stains. There were more Nazis, meaner and darker then the regular drivers, who unlocked the Jews from the ropes and locked their wrists in silver cuffs before dragging them inside. 

The old train station was wooden, to Emma's surprise. The planks were splintered and broken. She saw wooden carts, small and colored, connected to each other on a track. 

Emma tried to squirm from the guard's grip as they opened one cart's wooden door. The