I Created Hitler
... rats gnawed at my mind, until the morning I knew that I would not believe Bob was dead. He would have been 19 this year. When I woke up that morning I did not open my eyes, my back was sore and the bed had turned lumpy. I did not know where I was, then jumping out of the bed, I heard a voice. It was a mans voice, a big guy, he walked in to see me and said, "Get up." I asked, "Who are you?" He looked stunned. "I am Alois Schicklegruber, my son, if you can recall him, Adolf Hitler Schicklegruber is in need of your attention." My heart stopped, Hitler, I asked him how old Adolf was. Hitler, the one who killed millions of people, a new six month old baby. The next thing I knew I was on the floor with four people leaning over me. The man, he had dark brown thinning hair on his head and face, was accompanied by a woman in a long green dress, her hair was blond as golden rod and her eyes were big brown saucers. The other woman had on a black dress with a white apron. There was a stain of a yellowish brown substance, I believe she was a cook of some type. Lastly was a lady that was old, her face was wrinkled and her eyes were wise. "What is going on?" "You fainted," said the woman in the green dress "Do you feel alright Ms. Cobson?" The floor was wooden and the walls were all white with pictures of children hung every where. I stood up and felt a little dizzy but said that I was fine. Down the hall was a gigantic door all white with intricate carvings on both it and the windowsills that surrounded it. "Miss, the baby's waiting, he's up stairs, to the right. Remember him?" I went up the deep brown staircase; the banister was of the same color and style, brown with swirls in the wood. The room that young Adolf slept in was Blue with little blocks on the walls and pictures hung on the opposite one that you enter. More pictures of these little cherubs, all these carvings and statues. There was a cradle on the right; it was white with lace and pretty little sky blue pillows. There were little designs in them, and they were so soft that you fear ripping them by touching them. I picked up the baby boy, a cloth diaper? That was the most disgusting chore I have ever or ever will ever do. How could such a kind cuddly baby grow into a monster of such hatred? He did not seem to be unhappy. Later that day I fed him and we played, at dinner Mr. Schicklegruber told me that if I ever pulled anything like I did this morning I would be fired and left to live on the streets alone. Now that I have been getting to know the family, I can understand where the child would get much of his habits, his father. The man was cruel and a sexist. Men should not be above woman, which is just not fair. Adolf got another tooth today, I know that I have to get rid of him before he grows up but I just think, I am too attached. He smiles and coos, just like all other babies, can't someone else do it? Someone strong, someone who isn't, like me. Last night I came up with an idea, 'natural death'. Sometimes if a baby sleeps with a pillow then he might suffocate. I never thought I would say it but I am going to kill him if it is the last thing I do, think about all the lives I can save by preventing this one from growing. I plan to go into the room and just put a pillow on his face and hold it, then remove it and leave, the family will thing it was an accidental death, no one will know. They don't have that kind of technology, yet. I went in and there he was just lying there, smiling in his sleep. There was a pillow over on the chest and drawers. I picked it up and went over to the cradle, his face was so pretty, only a baby could sleep like that, I bent over and then someone said "Stop," It was Karla, his mother. She looked at me and smiled, I said "I was only going to make him- a. more comfortable." She just sat there in silence and smiled, then after two or three minutes she said "I know you have good intentions, but he doesn't need pillows, he isn't old enough yet." I felt so sorry for her, she was not allowed to touch him, there had been three children before him and they all died. Alois did not blame her, but only clean people were allowed to even be close to him. "I'm sorry about-" was all I could get out when she stopped me and said,"?I understand, he is precious, and loved. I love him and I know you do too, this is the only time I can see him, at night. His little nostrils flare as he sleeps if you look really close then you can see them." I walked out of the room as silently as possible. In to my room I tiptoed, why am I so weak? I nearly escaped that; she could have caught me, how else can I get rid of him. The other nurse Ms. Bloch, she says that Alois's wife is his old mistress, and she hopes to be next. How can this be true, yes the are nearly thirty years apart but that's not common is it? This place is very complicated; Ms. Bloch loves that baby as her own, and what if she catches me, trying to get rid of him? Tonight is the night, I have dreamed up a plan. I am prepared to sacrifice myself to save the world now. I will take him out for a walk right after dinner, as soon as the bright moon comes out; I will push him in his stroller to the bridge that goes over the creek. We can sit for a while then I can throw him over and say that he fell. How will I get Alois to let me go for a walk is my only problem now. He's very strict on this type of subject. I went to dinner, we ate roast beef. It was rare and I did not like it but still it was better that nothing. I finished before anyone else, I watched Mrs. Schicklegruber, she seems very happy today, if only she knew. It is hard to be killer, especially when you have learned to love the one you are getting rid of. As soon as everyone was done I cleared the plates, as usual and asked to take Adolf for a walk. Alois looked at me for a moment; he pulled down his glasses and stared. One vain popped out of his right temple, I could see that I couldn't make it, I was close, but the answer was still no. "I think that that is an unreasonable request." That was the end of it. I went up stairs, held Adolf in my arms, he looked at me, and smiled, I told him I was sorry but I knew ...