• Kaitlyn woke up in her rough short mattress. Her bed. The floor was more comfortable then that mattress! Soldiers were laughing and were so very noisy. Being captured and being a Jew was bad, but not as bad as when they keep you. A man came up with a whiskey glass in his hand. He gulped it down in one drink. "It's time for you to play, girly." He said laughing. "My name is Kaitlyn.."She growled at him.

    She stood statue still on the piano bench. The men stopped laughing and throwing beer bottles to stare at her. One smiled. They started yelling, "Play for us hun! Come on, a few songs can't hurt!" She grimaced at their crackly voices. For her to be there was dangerous. One 15 year old girl in a bar filled with drunk Nazis is a bad place to be. Hitler was probably out trying to take over the world. So what was the point of even living?

    C, A, B, F# over and over again her fingers would fly over the keys. They would cheer her on as she went faster and faster. The man who went up to fetch her held a gun to her back. She couldn't mess up or they would shoot her. Another man came up and carried her up to her room. He dropped her on the ground and kissed her.

    He carried her down and laughed crazily. The men would pay more attention to her then the music. "Amateurs..." She whispered to herself. Her piano was the only real home she had. The Nazis had invaded her home and killed everyone except her. She should feel lucky she wasn't in a concentration camp. But she didn't feel lucky at all, she felt more imprisoned then the people in the camps!

    The men left in the morning. They each gave her a good kiss before they left and they each said, "Wish us luck!" When they all left, she went over to the medicine cabinet. Inside were things that could heal her immediately. She drank the 'Water of Life' and rubbed Oak leaves in the places that hurt. Kaitlyn felt much better by noon. She heard the familiar stomping into the building. She curled into a ball on her hard mattress and fell asleep.