A War Within Two Worlds

Leaving

Yasmini's POV

I smiled as my glass of water slid easily to me from the night table.
"See? I told you that you had it in you!" Charlotte cheered. Despite our first experience with each other, we were now close friends.
"I didn't think it would feel this easy." I said smiling. Ever since the night Victor and I went to the beach, this whole 'moving things with my mind' is definitely easier.
"So how's Victor?" Charlotte sang playfully.
"I'm going to regret telling you about that, aren't I?" I smiled.
"Most definitely." We both giggled. It felt good to have a friend again. Obviously, she'd never replace Eliza, but her presence reminded me of her.
"I wish I had someone to fall in love with." Charlotte sighed sadly. Victor and I weren't in love, we weren't even couples, but there was something there, right? I did I just mistake his friendly attitude for lust?

"What's it like out there?" Charlotte asked randomly one day.
"Outside? Same as everyday I suppose."
Charlotte rolled her eyes, "I mean in the present, Mini."
"You've been in the present. The loop started the same day I got here, remember?"
Charlotte made a 'hrmph' sound, "I'm not slow! But I just haven't been off the island in forever."
"You're not missing much." I shrugged.
"Easy for you to say, you've seen it!"
"Yeah, but I would be ok if I hadn't." That part was true, I wish I could go back to the boring and mundane parts of life, like laundry and weeding, but this was my new reality, so I might as well get used to it.
"I'd like to be alone for a bit." Charlotte said. I shrugged and walked out into the hall and saw Abraham.
"Oi."
"Shalom."
"What are you up to?"
Abe looked down at his shoes, "Yasmini,"
"Abraham," I smiled at his serious tone.
We never called each other by our nicknames. In Iranian and Jewish culture, ones name is an important part of who you are. Abraham said Victor 'wasn't as Jewish' as him, which seemed racist but I didn't say anything.
"You can't tell Emma what I'm about to tell you."
"Alright."
"I'm going to fight in the war." I gasped.
"You can't!"
Abraham pulled my arm and we went into one of the spare rooms.
"You can't leave!" I yelled as he shut the door.
"Shh! Quiet down, they'll hear you."
"Good, then maybe they can talk you out of this!"
Abraham sighed, "I have no choice, I need to fight in the war."
"They'll take you hostage and send you back to one of those camps, you know that!"
"I've been to those camps! They gassed my family and I was the only one on my block who survived, but I'm not fighting that war!" I raised my eyebrow.
"What do you mean? What other war is there?"
"This war, never spread to Brazil, but something else had."
I scoffed and folded my arms, "like what?"
"The war against wights and hollows."
I shook my head.
"You think you were the only peculiar there? Yasmini, in that vast jungle, there had to be tens of thousands!"
"Then why kill my family?"
"I don't know, maybe for harboring a fugitive?"
"I was never a fugitive."
"Well it doesn't matter, the point is, they were looking for you."
"I doubt it, I didn't even know that I could do what I did until that night!"
"What about anyone else in your family, did they ever run?"
I was about to say no when I remembered what my mother said, diabos brancos. Was my father peculiar? Were the white devils my mothers way of warning me about wights? I shook my head.
"You can't leave."
"B-"
"Drop it." I bit.
"You wouldn't know bravery if it hit you in the face with a salmon!" Abraham slammed the door behind him. I swung it back open, with my mind I might add, and followed him.
"Wait,"
Abraham spun around and I sighed.
"I was out there for two years, let me come with you."
"Yasmini—"
"You won't make it a week without me."
Abraham hugged me, "thank you."

I laid on the soon-to-be-empty bed Victor had in his room.
"And now he's leaving! And I have to go with him, he'll die!" Victor turned to me violently with a deep look on his face.
"What?"
"Mini, you can't go!"
"And why not?" I protested.
"You're my friend, I need you here."
"So come with us."
"What?"
"Come with us."
"Mini-"
"I'm made for war. I've seen it all, I can handle it."
"I'm not going, and neither are you."
"Who's going to keep him safe?"
"I don't know, but it's not your responsibility!"
"I'll go."
I saw Charlotte standing in the doorway.
"What?" I scoffed.
"I read emotions, I'll know if anyone has bad intentions."
"Surviving war takes a lot more than knowing intentions."
"Yes, but it's better than him going alone."
"All of you guys are fools, bloody fools!" Victor yelled, I've never seen him so worked up.
"I'm not staying." I said defiantly.
"Oh yes you are!" I turned around once more to see a very angry Miss Peregrine.
"Mister Portman just informed me of your ridiculous plan!" I saw him standing meekly behind her.
"B-"
"I will not hear of it! You are all staying here!"
"You can't keep us here forever!" Charlotte yelled.
"Miss Lansing—"
"No! I'm leaving!"
"Fine! Then go get yourselves killed!" Miss Peregrine yelled.
"Fine!"