It was a miracle. A woman who went by the name Irena Sendler crept into the room in which I was lying in. Her vigilant expression immediately transformed to one of disgust once she noticed the intolerable conditions I was living in. Her eyes then caught mine and Sendler began reassuring me.
Before I was able to drift into my own world, the angered footsteps of the enemy began nearing us. Her new, wide, tear filled eyes showed terror, yet her quick action revealed great bravery as the woman grasped my hand and ran.
Her forehead was wet and arms were weak, but she continued to hold onto my shriveled wrist until we arrived in an ominous room containing a variety of caskets. Panting, Sendler let go of my hand and struggled to open the lid of a coffin. “Get in.”
Without questioning anything, I slowly entered the casket. Before shutting the lid, she gestured me to keep quiet by putting a finger to her mouth. The air was suffocating, all I could see was darkness. The muffled voices of what I believed was Sendler's companions or partners drifted into my coffin.
Everything went silent. My ears began to ring and my heart pounded against my chest, I could hear it all. The silence was shattered by the deafening sounds of Nazi’s sprinting between the hallways, harshly calling my name. “Jean!” They seemed frustrated. Before I was able to process my thoughts movement overflew my body and I found myself being dragged out of the room.
The bloodbath was unveiled the moment light reached my eyes. What did they do? The Nazi’s were continuing to approach us. I froze in fear as Sendler began tugging at my arm ordering me to run. I then began to stumble and trip. We left the casket and Nazis behind. And the exit finally nearing us.