Levi chose to run.
Written by Elizabeth
He has to go. Mom wouldn’t want him to leave the children in a dangerous place, but he can’t risk it. Levi has to run, he feels a storm brewing. The death of his family, even thinking about it tears a new hole in his gaping hole of a chest. The fight in January was able to get the Germans to suspend further deportation operations till now, but three months is enough time for them to plan something.
The Z.O.B. are trying to plan and train but Levi can’t help but be afraid, so he leaves the children with a group of concerned mothers, they don’t trust him enough to care for a cute bunch of kids around seven years old, but that works for him too. April 19th, the eve of the Jewish holiday, Passover, and the day before Adolf Hitler’s birthday, the reason why all this is happening. The sorrow flickers a flame of hatred before the light fades. He has no reason to fight anymore. God, he needs to leave. Now.
3 o’clock, the moon is bright. The marching begins. The rhythmic cocking of guns. The battle cries. Boom. The Germans have come back. And the Uprising starts. But he's not fighting.
He can’t handle it anymore. The screaming, the field of blood and bodies, the violence, the death. He lost his strength, along with his family. He has no passion, no fire. He just wants to be free, to feel light, to be happy. Staggering, the sunlight blinds Levi but he continues, getting faster and faster by the second.
With a jump, a grenade slides past him, hitting the wall. The light, it was so bright, black dots decorate his vision as he is thrown back, his ears ringing.
“No…”
He’s so close. Staggering back up, Levi stumbles, shrapnel pierced his leg, but he continues. The light on the other side was so captivating against the gray. He hates it. He wants to be in the light so bad. Step. Fall. Limp. He keeps going, hand outstretched, a miserable lift of the corner of his mouth before it turns into a small ‘o’. Blood drips from his mouth, tears collecting in his dull brown eyes, the pain spreads and he falls. So close, yet so far…
The Z.O.B. are trying to plan and train but Levi can’t help but be afraid, so he leaves the children with a group of concerned mothers, they don’t trust him enough to care for a cute bunch of kids around seven years old, but that works for him too. April 19th, the eve of the Jewish holiday, Passover, and the day before Adolf Hitler’s birthday, the reason why all this is happening. The sorrow flickers a flame of hatred before the light fades. He has no reason to fight anymore. God, he needs to leave. Now.
3 o’clock, the moon is bright. The marching begins. The rhythmic cocking of guns. The battle cries. Boom. The Germans have come back. And the Uprising starts. But he's not fighting.
He can’t handle it anymore. The screaming, the field of blood and bodies, the violence, the death. He lost his strength, along with his family. He has no passion, no fire. He just wants to be free, to feel light, to be happy. Staggering, the sunlight blinds Levi but he continues, getting faster and faster by the second.
With a jump, a grenade slides past him, hitting the wall. The light, it was so bright, black dots decorate his vision as he is thrown back, his ears ringing.
“No…”
He’s so close. Staggering back up, Levi stumbles, shrapnel pierced his leg, but he continues. The light on the other side was so captivating against the gray. He hates it. He wants to be in the light so bad. Step. Fall. Limp. He keeps going, hand outstretched, a miserable lift of the corner of his mouth before it turns into a small ‘o’. Blood drips from his mouth, tears collecting in his dull brown eyes, the pain spreads and he falls. So close, yet so far…
Art by Elizabeth Tran