[English] Me and the Devil

Flames are coming up...

Your probably asking yourself how it came to the death of my foster parents.
Well, before we get to this aspect, i have to tell you a bit of backstory.
So, in the last chapter, i told you about an specific incident. That specific incident took place in June of this year. It was warm and i was walking home. Finally summer break. But i wasn't in the mood of having holidays. Once again, i got bullied in school again that day. Because i am so small, so that i wasn't able to reach my locker. Because i am quiet and just different. Because my eyes change color sometimes.
They sticked a piece of paper onto my back. On the paper there was „kick me" written on it. A hard kick of the body builder like boy was the following that happened...
It did really hurt. But worse than that physical pain was the pain, which was deeply engraved into my soul. The place where only darkness is lurking.
And me. I am there. Shut the fuck up!
You should've ripped him apart, the body builder boy. Enough.

So, i was very depressed that day. The burning heat on my skin didn't help with that. I just wanted to hide under my covers and not come out until ihad to go to school again.
As i entered the house, my foster mother Karen already waited for me.
„Dawn! Uwe and I have a surprise for you!", she called out. I was really excited.
„We know that you have a hard time in school and we sometimes also have our conflicts. And because of that, we booked some camp outside of the town for you."
My bag hit the ground and i said: „No, i don't want to... I want to stay here, i don't want to."

Karen gave me a dissapointed stare.
„All the money! All the effort! You are going there!"
I shuddered. A camp with random teenagers who would bully me anyways was the last thing i wanted right now. A scream escaped my lips. I could'nt control myself. Normally, i would go into my room to protect other humans, but that wasn't possible right now. Karen stood in my way.
„Your bags will be packed in half an hour. No complaints.", she said.
I tried to breathe normally. My eyes began to disort. Shit,shit,shit, my eyes could change colors any second! So i said that i will go upstairs to pack my things.

One hour later, i was sitting in an taxi.
They just want to get rid of you...
The driver tried to start some conversation, but i didn't reply.
I was looking outside the window. Green landscapes flew past the car. It started to become less crowded.
The perfect place for you. Finally wilderness.
Don't you dare!

In the evening, we arrived. Dawn started to break in. My favourite time of the day.
I saw teenagers of my age. They built their tents. Everyone got a „Tent partner".
So, i had to line up behind all those people to know with who i have to share this stupid tent. A woman with an awful perm told me my tent partner: A girl named Emma Stone.

Said girl directly approached me. She had blonde hair, blue eyes and didn't wear anything extraordinary. She was one of those typical basic girls.
„Hii, my name is Emma! I am your tent partner!", she exclaimed. Man, and she's a social one too... guess i had to endure that now.
„I am Dawn.", i responded bluntly. „What a cool name you have! Never heard it!", she said. 'Yeah, you also look like someone who has never heard of anything that isn't normal', i think. The girl-Emma- continues to ramble.
„Our tent is there! I already built it!" She points into an direction.

The tent she pointed at looked as normal as her and was the last one of the many tents. It was directly next to the treeline of the woods. Perfect for someone like me. I could sense that the chit-chatering of this blondie would get annoying soon... She probably only had boys in mind, other than me.

It had already gotten dark when i unpacked all of my things. Now we all had to gather around the campfire. While i was staring at the flames, an urge lingered in me.
Don't be weak. Let the power take control. You have power!
I gave in for once and felt how the alpha took over the control. Second by second, bit for bit. It really was a good feeling. After all those years of resisting...
The sound of an guitar forced me out of this state. Startled, i hissed.

„Did she just hiss?!", a boy shouted. „HAHAHAHAH!"
And once again, i was made fun of. I got used to it, really. It only fed more power to the thing that hid inside of me.

Night came, and i laid awake in my sleeping bag. The events from the campfire were repeating itself in my head. I had to hide my secret, but it was getting stronger.
You don't have to hide
Oh, i hate them all here. The kids at the campfire, the woman with that ugly hair, Emma next to me. All boys and girls who laughed. Emma... well she probably did laugh the loudest. She was tossing and turning in her bed.

„I'm sorry what happened earlier", i suddenly hear her voice. Emma sat up. I was startled. Emma was kind to me? Or did she say that to just make more fun of me?
Scratch her face
I took a deep breath. I had to concentrate to not do what he said to me.

„It's not that bad"; i reassure Emma. „I am used to it"
She didn't say anything for a moment. „If you want to, i can show you around a bit tomorrow. I already went here last year. In fact, my dad also went here when he was a kid. Have a good night.", she said and laid down. Shortly after, i could hear even breathing. „Good night", i mumbled.

Was she really that kind? And most important, could i trust her?
I guess i had to find out...
Emma was sleeping deeply, but i couldn't. I was wide awake. I decided to calm down a bit and catch some fresh air. So i put on a comfy hoodie and tried to make as less noise as i could. I exited the tent. The woods were right before me. They were dark, but peaceful. The moon shimmered above me.
Into the woods. No, i'd rather not- Into.The.woods.

Some time later, i was standing between the tall, dark trees.