The Voice Whispered to the wind
(Pg15)
By WhiteAndie
I do not own Dominic, but the rest of the characters are my creation, even if the times and the things that i wrote aren't fiction: that was world war II
September 3, 1939.
I’m afraid. The war is up, and everyone is so worried, i am worried. My father, he told us today, has to go to the army, at the same that my oldest brother, Kevin. I’m afraid I won’t be able to see them again. I’m so afraid of sleeping and waking up the next day just to find out that I’m alone and that everyone is on the way. I’m so afraid.
At the night an alarm was heard, my dad told us that it was a german air raid, and that we had to look for a shelter to protect us from the bombs. Luckily, it was a false alarm, but then I think about that where my father is going to be, there won’t be false alarms and I start shaking, I don’t want him to go, I don’t want this war, I just want that God just erase Hittler from the world so everything could be back to the normal.
Love,
Ingrid Shipway
September 20, 1939
My mom has been crying all day since the morning, because the army took away my two younger siblings: Lizzie and Joann. They’ve been taken to some shelters in the province. My dad and Kevin aren’t home, right now my mom, Kate, Jonathan and me are the only who are left in the house. Everything is so empty, I still have Dominic with me, and Angela, and my faith, if I lose anything of that things, I’d be lost.
Love
Ingrid
August 26, 1939
The newspaper said today that a bomb fell in the South, at night. I don’t remember it, my mom said that it was like *boom* and then a big red light could be seen by Joanna’s window. I miss them so much. My dad wrote us a letter telling us that he misses us, that everything is fine, and that the things are getting better and better. I don’t believe him. I saw mommy crying at night, and Jonathan is so quite, Kate is in silence alike the girl I used to know. Dominic is still with me, he is my love, and if I lose him the war would be able to took me with it. If I lose him, it’d be my war too.
Love,
Ingrid
September 8, 1939
Yesterday’s night was awful. The air raid alarm sounded at 3 am. My mom took us to the bomb shelter than my dad built us before he had to go. He built it since the last war, and we’re one of the only family who has it. I guess that my dad wasn’t that crazy after all.
How can I explain the bombs? The bombs sounds like a big earthquake and a wind blowing, a hot wind blowing, then after it everything is chaos: families are lost, women crying, children (who were left behind) looking for their parents. It’s awful. I’ve not sleep since yesterday attack, but everytime I try to close my eyes I imagine the fire, and the children, and the people trapped in their homes, and I wake up with a scream.
Everything is dark, we don’t have electricity, so it’s more scare to get into this nightmare without even a light showing you that you’re still in your home and not in sort of hell. Thank God Dominic is still with me. Angela is gone, she went away to the province with some relative that she has. She is lucky, I can’t move, I don’t have anywhere to go but here. I’ve been living here for all my life, and all my family has been here since they remember. I don’t have any other place to call home, and that Nazis are destroying it, are destroying my home, with a war I don’t even know.
Love,
Ingrid
September 18, 1939
I’ve never been near death before since today. Dominic’s mom is dead: a bomb fell in Marble Arch Station, she was one of the 17 people that were killed there. She didn’t even lived there! She used to work there. Why?
Now, Dom has to go to war. Now, this is his war, he lost his mom because of some strangers war, and that made it his war too. He’ll be gone, like my dad, and like Kevin, so this is my war too. I’m into the war even if I’m not a soldier, or even if I’m not a nurse, or Hittler, or Sir Churchill, this is now my war, and I hate it so much!
My dad wrote again today, he told us to not give up, to be strong, to have faith in God in ourselves. This time he didn’t tell us that everything seems to be better. I guess he stopped believing. We haven’t receive any letter from Kevin. I don’t want to think the worst. Jonathan keeps in silence, Kate cries at night, and my mom don’t talk. This war is killing us
Love
Ingrid
October 15, 1939
What do you do when the things you only can see is destruction, sadness and chaos? What would you do if everything that you thought was real is now lost in the past, in some past that even if you had problems, it’s even better than your present? What would you do if all the things you believe in once, are lost?
My brother Kevin is dead, half city is lost under the destroyed memories of its past. I don’t have any notice from Dom, and my younger, and only left brother, is gone to the war too. He is only 16! He is so young! The food is limited, and Kate has to work as a nurse. She is more quite than before, she once told me that she has seen things that only in hell could be able to exist.
Kate, we’re in hell right now.
Love,
Ingrid
November 16, 1939
If we were in hell, or at least I imagine I was in, now we’re officially in hell. The German thought to o hard in thinking a name for their new bomb: Satan. We’ve not hit here yet, but a few neighborhoods from here one fell in … like a massive earthquake and a hot wave coming to us. Then, silence… we only heard the flames, the sirens and the crying people walking to us from the burning place…
Where is the hope I used to have? Where is the faith that I used to have in my childish dreams? Where are they? Well, I don’t know, I have to find them before I turn to a silent zombie.
Love,
Ingrid
December 31, 1939
I’m a nurse, my mom is a nurse and now we’re a nurse family. When I got to my duty time I never imagine what I was going to see. The worst nightmare became reality in my eyes: burnt people, crying voice asking, begging me for heal, for hope, for faith. I saw the death in front of my eyes and I couldn’t do anything. I’ve never been so afraid. I need Dominic, I need my dad, I need Kevin, I need Angela, I need peace. I need peace.
Love
Ingrid
March 19, 1940
My neighborhood is destroyed. Even so, the german couldn’t destroyed this small place where I keep my thoughts. I decided that even if the evil takes all in me, my tears, my hopes, my families, my love, my faith, it won’t keep away my voice.
I’ve seen my home in ruins, I’ve seen all I once had lost in the past. I’ve seen my family tearing apart and I’ve seen my dad’s tears in his letters. I’ve through death people, I’ve through crying children. Even so, my spirit is still calling, and it won’t stop until this is over: a war that became into mine when it came into my life; a war that even if I tried to denied, it took me completely and torn apart my life. My war.
Love,
Ingrid Shipway
April 20, 1941
Through the darkness I may see a light. Through the tears I can feel a smile. Through the pain it’ll always be a heal, and through the sadness it’ll always be hope.
I can´t stand in my two feet.. Everything I once knew is lost, I’ve lost everything that was part of my life. My dad is serious injured, and Kate isn’t even the shadow of my Kate. I’ve been in my friend’s services, and I’m almost dead with them. But my spirit keeps calling for freedom. And I still believe in something more than this war. And I still believe… what we have left in the end but faith? What we have left but faith?
Love,
Ingrid Shipway
That was the last of the Ingrid’s letters that I’ve found. I slowly put it back to the beautiful wooden box that I found in my courtyard; The little box that kept the tears and hopes of a girl who is lost in the past; the little box that kept me awake all the night reading the memories of a time lost in the history books. Who is this girl who put her soul in her letters for nobody? I may never find her. What happened to her soul screaming for someone to hear her crying? Her soul had to wait for 63 years to be hear for someone, and that someone was me. I cried a little for her, and then closing the little wooden box I let Ingrid’s soul rest in her peace she needed so. Ingrid: now you can have the peace you looked after so much, you’ve been heard my beautiful girl, your soul is now free to fly away.
The end.
wow! this is the first time i read something as original as this!
this is verry good, i like the... hm... entire story! very creative and i enjoyed a lot reading it
it was sad, but the other ss made me cry... ( :cry: )
good job girl!!! *high five*