Why did it have to end like this? I watched my best friend struggle against the Nazi soldier's grip. The brutal man held Ella like if he broke her it wouldnt really matter. Ella's little sister cried in her mother's thin arms. Ella's ratty shirt held a yellow Star of David. She stopped stuggling and hung her head and let the Nazi shove her into a cart that was made for animals. In a burst of insane protectiveness for my bestie, I rushed forward
I grabbed her thin wrist and surged forward. She ran like I had never seen her run before. We easily made a block or so before the Nazis started to yell at us.
Guns fired at our heels, narrowly missing. Ella yelped and I screamed. Great. Im the one screaming. Gins were shot again and this time we weren't so lucky. I fell forward and my heel collapsed. Blood gushed from the wound.
I dragged myself to a alleyway. Ella had to half carry, half drag my dead-weight for a body to a small doorway in the side of the alley. She warily opened the door. About 20 heads turned to stare at us. A ragged group gawked at my mangled heel. A tall lady hastily got up and carried my body to the center of the room. Struggling, I kicked with my good foot. "Please stop. You are just making this harder," said the woman in a foreign accent.
A short, yet burly man got up and shut the door then locked it. "I wonder why it wasnt locked before..." he said in a mumble.