Epilogue To Josef Mengele
Mengele’s Favorite
The needle plunged deeper into my skin, the scream ripped out of my throat like the needle ripped my skin. I was the last one, the last on left.
My name is Marian-Ava Wolfgang, and I am Josef Mengele’s personal favorite. My parents had that name for me as soon as I was born. Marian means “wished for one” and Ava means “grace”. The wished for grace. It was in 1931 when I had lived in Ivylee just west of Berlin. There was always enough of everything I needed food, warm home, everything but adventure. One day, a German soldier came to the door knocking for somebody. I opened the door and he said
“Hello little girl, is your mother home?”
. He was asking for my mother. I opened my mouth to answer, but then paused. What if he needed woman spies? Or what if he needed nurses? As a brash fourteen year old I answered. “No sir, but I will answer for her”.
“Ah, how would such a sweet girl help a doctor? You want to help a war, right?
Fate slapped the words out of my mouth. “Yes would be honored to serve my home country” I said honored. Honored to serve for the monster i would soon become acquainted with.
“Very good very good. Do you have a name child?”. …show more content…
As I looked over at it it was a blueish grey color. “How, what?”, it must have been the needle from last night. I glanced out the window and couldn’t hear anything. No soldiers, no automobiles, and no Mengele. The snow on the ground was fresh and white, with no boot prints or dirty tire marks. Where was he? He was always here in the morning, to record data, to look at me, his eyes glistening. Always there when I first woke up, and always there before I went to sleep. I never knew if he stayed in the night, because even a monster needs food and rest. Even a monster can’t stay with me forever. I sat up and gave my bell a little shake listening to its clear ring. A maid had given it to me, for emergencies she said. I later found out it was to signal Mengele if I
The needle plunged deeper into my skin, the scream ripped out of my throat like the needle ripped my skin. I was the last one, the last on left.
My name is Marian-Ava Wolfgang, and I am Josef Mengele’s personal favorite. My parents had that name for me as soon as I was born. Marian means “wished for one” and Ava means “grace”. The wished for grace. It was in 1931 when I had lived in Ivylee just west of Berlin. There was always enough of everything I needed food, warm home, everything but adventure. One day, a German soldier came to the door knocking for somebody. I opened the door and he said
“Hello little girl, is your mother home?”
. He was asking for my mother. I opened my mouth to answer, but then paused. What if he needed woman spies? Or what if he needed nurses? As a brash fourteen year old I answered. “No sir, but I will answer for her”.
“Ah, how would such a sweet girl help a doctor? You want to help a war, right?
Fate slapped the words out of my mouth. “Yes would be honored to serve my home country” I said honored. Honored to serve for the monster i would soon become acquainted with.
“Very good very good. Do you have a name child?”. …show more content…
As I looked over at it it was a blueish grey color. “How, what?”, it must have been the needle from last night. I glanced out the window and couldn’t hear anything. No soldiers, no automobiles, and no Mengele. The snow on the ground was fresh and white, with no boot prints or dirty tire marks. Where was he? He was always here in the morning, to record data, to look at me, his eyes glistening. Always there when I first woke up, and always there before I went to sleep. I never knew if he stayed in the night, because even a monster needs food and rest. Even a monster can’t stay with me forever. I sat up and gave my bell a little shake listening to its clear ring. A maid had given it to me, for emergencies she said. I later found out it was to signal Mengele if I