Cabin 13

I held Alana's hand as we walked into the woods behind our cabin. Our feet picked up the mild dew that was forming on the grass. Her eye was bruising like a rotten banana, and my leg throbbed, probably broken.

When we arrived, we knew that things were going to be difficult for us. Our mother tongue spooked the kids, and they alienated us immediately. For being ourselves, we were beaten nearly every day since we arrived.

A girl said as she dumped her lunch on us. "You do not belong here!"

My sister squeezed my hand under the table. I forced myself not to cry. The counselors watched on doing nothing or didn't want to be a part of it. Kids around us snickered as I kept my head down.

Daddy promised us that we were going to be safe here. He went to this camp when it used to be for boys before the war started. But daddy didn't look like us. He gave us lies.

We kept walking into the woods until our feet couldn't go any further.

"Juana, I don't want to go back," Alana said as she wept.

"Don't worry, I'm still here, Chiquita." I tried soothing her as I petted her semi matted hair.

A twig snapped behind us, and I looked towards the sound. I pulled Alana up as we got closer. Finally, a clearing came into view as we spotted a lone cabin. It looked old and abandoned from the rest of the camp. It must've been here before the war.

Alana pulled on my hand, afraid to get closer. I looked at her, and she shook her head.

"We have nowhere else to go. Unless you want to sleep with the animals tonight." I said, hoping she would listen.

We got closer to the cabin, and etched onto the door frame was the number 13. The exact number of our cabin back at the base. I pushed the door open, and the cabin was empty inside. Debris covered the floor as we went further in. 

I felt like we weren't the only ones inside. Turning around, I spotted a book that wasn't there before. I let go of Alana's hand as I bent down to pick it up. Unfamiliar markings filled the book as I flipped through the pages. Then a drawing of a beast with horns showed up on a page. My finger caught a paper cut staining the page with my blood. Smoke came out from the book.

I gasped, throwing the book down, but it was too late. I was no longer in control of my body, and his voice came into my head. 

"Welcome, my daughters. You have signed my book with your blood, and now I shall reward you with my gifts." A deep ghostly voice said.

My body filled with heat as flames engulfed all around us. I felt powerful, invincible, and unstoppable. My lips curled into a smile as I grabbed my sister's hand as we fused, heading back to camp. Screams were soon echoing.