A Deadly Wish

Chapter Five: The Camp

The thought of finding herself a new life was good news. Particularly good news, considering how she wouldn't have to worry anymore. Isabel thought that everything she did was wrong, but now, the solution came to her as if someone had lit a lightning bulb in her head. She felt fresh, with innovative ideas, new ambitions, and a new way to view the world. In a way, the girl thought that she wasn't completely responsible for her own decisions, as she needed someone to come over to gain a new form of self-esteem.

Lazarus came and proposed to them a place to live, protection for her and her sister. They would learn how to wield weapons, how to shoot, and most of all, how to protect themselves properly if ever something bad happened. That's all the sisters knew about that "Survival Camp." Whatever its true name was, they didn't know whether they'd end up leaving that place or not, if there was a school there, and how long they would last. Impulsively, the eldest thought that it would be the best choice for both. Was it? She wouldn't know until something bad happened. But for now, everything looked to be great.

The teenager checked 0ut the letter afterwards, wondering if she'd get a comeback. Unfortunately, the only message she saw was Thank you for using the AirFly Mail, we hope you are satisfied with our service. No news from Lazarus neither from his camp. Yet when she looked deeper through it, she saw a small message indicating the time, reminding them to bring everything they needed, and that personal items were tolerated. Lucia chose to bring her childhood teddy bear, Snuggles-what an original name, by the way- as Isabel brought the necklace her parents gave her.

She'd see her father again. She was certain. He couldn't be gone. Rafael Fletcher was a man with a strong physique and a strong mindset. He certainly wasn't the one to fall apart first, as he'd always put others before him. Their mom was dead, since she killed her, that's for sure, but the only member from her family that she thought was left was her father. What about her cousins, her aunts, her uncles, and her grandparents? Jokes aside, the girl always preferred her small family of four. It wasn't that she didn't like the others-she simply was more attached to the ones that brought her to life along with the only sibling she had.

The small message in the letter mentioned that the car would come to the house at ten, and that they would need to arrive ten minutes early, just in case. Additional information about the traffic was written in the letter, live during the problem. At nine thirty, Lucia was playing Just Dance in her room, glancing at the window from time to time, as if she feared a zombie from coming. Isabel knocked. Her heart ached at the thought that Lucia didn't agree with this, and that she had to pretend it didn't bother her.

"May I come in?" The girl questioned hesitantly, leaning against the door.

She could hear a sigh, then the sound of her sister's PlayStation closing. Hurried footsteps were heard as the door opened, showing Lucia, wearing a sweaty oversized shirt with leggings, her black hair untied as she was panting heavily.

"What do you want?"

"I just want to talk to you." Isabel shrugged, "I hope I'm not bothering you?"

"Well, yeah, you are." Her sister retorted, rolling her eyes. Isabel could see that she was still angry about her decision, but that she was trying to get over it. Lucia thought that she fooled her sister with her act, and it was the other way around, which was activating her pride. "I was playing Just Dance."

"Mh-hm. Obviously. Senorita, really? You know that's a two-player dance, why didn't you just invite me over?" The eldest replied as she sat next to her sister on the bed.

"You're an awful dancer. Plus, the wall looks prettier than you." She teased.

Isabel sighed, searching through Lucia's eyes. Although she knew she was being teased, she knew that secretly, her sister didn't want to talk to her. At all. She was playing with the words and acting mad, but truly, she only wanted to be alone. Isabel wouldn't blame her for it-she understood how she felt.