Chapter 5 Mia

• I must have fell asleep while crying. I don’t know how long I had stayed on the ground, but it was nightfall now, and it was cold. I could hear all sorts of sounds in the woods, but I was not scared at all. I did not have the energy to be scared. I tried running through various plans I could try and use to go back and get my sister. However, nothing seemed to be plausible. I couldn’t use any of them. So I didn’t know what to do.
• Suddenly my phone rang. It was an unknown caller ID and it was a video call. It was even blank. Answering thinking that it was perhaps one of the people I had reached out to earlier who now may be willing to help me. To my shock, I heard my sister’s piercing screams. She was screaming. She was crying. I dropped the phone very quickly and then again looked at it. And on my screen, displayed vividly, was my sister pinned on the floor. She was being raped by the people who killed my parents. She was kicking and fighting. I quickly ended the call, breathing heavily. I could not unsee the image I had seen. She was only 15 years old! Why did they have such twisted personalities and twisted minds? How could they do this to a child?
• I stood up and started pacing. I needed a plan. I needed to go out and get her. But how? I didn’t even know where they were. That place looked different from my house. It was dark and it looked empty. More like something like a warehouse. But wait, which warehouse? It looked abandoned. But who will I go with? I had no one on my side. But I had to do something. I couldn’t let them do what they were doing to my sister.
• Pacing, my phone rang again. I answered it again. This time, somebody’s face was showing on the screen. He said, “Did you enjoy the little show earlier? Why didn’t you end the call? The show was about to get even more interesting.” I quickly tapped my voice AI and stated, “Please don’t hurt my sister. Please let her go. You can kill me instead. Don’t do anything to my sister. Please, I beg you.” Then he laughed and said, “And why would I do that? Why would I spare the child of a traitor? Spare her? You’re kidding. I’m not going to spare any of you. After her, we’re coming after you,” he said. And then he turned for a moment looking at the back and thrn turned back to me and said, “The show is about to start. Do you want to see?” And then immediately he turned the camera. I could see my sister on the floor, not moving. But tears were still flowing out of her eyes. Her brown hair was disheveled, messy. Her skin was scraped, scratched, and it was bleeding. She was just lying there, not saying anything, not moving.
• Then suddenly, I don’t know from where, claws came out again and cut through her stomach. They were so big that they took a portion of her entire abdomen, leaving a hole in it. I screamed, but nothing came out. I fell to the ground. I dropped my phone and looked away. It was not possible. Not my sister. She was also killed.
• The caller said, "Did you like that? Did you enjoy your show? Now just know, you are next.” And after that, I heard a toot, toot, toot. I buried my face on my knees and I cried again. I cried and I cried and I cried and I cried. My sister was gone too. I had her and all I had to do was save her, but now I had lost her too. I had promised my mom that I would protect her, but now I couldn’t even do that. I watched them as they killed her. What was I going to do? I don’t even have the luxury of dwelling in my sorrows for long, because I heard movements in the woods closer to me. And knowing that they were coming after me, I stood up and started running.
• As I started running, I could now hear even more and more footsteps running closely behind me. And sinister laughters. I kept on running, bumping into tree branches, bumping into stones or rocks on the ground, but I did not care. I kept on running. It was even at a point where I suddenly, I ran and I fell over a small cliff and sprained my ankle. Ouch. I thought. It was really sprained. But I could not stop. I heard them getting closer and closer. I stood up again and started running again. This time I was dragging my other foot with. My pace was reduced and I wasn’t getting far. And the distance between me and them was getting narrower and narrower. They were getting closer and closer. Until they caught up to me.
• Pulling me by my hair, they yanked me forcefully and I fell to the ground. And I looked up to face the person who was now in front of me. He said, “I told you little girl, you wouldn’t get that far. Look at it now. You broke your little promise to your mom. Your sister is dead and now you are about to follow them.” I tried to move back with my arms. But I couldn’t get very far. Because behind me was another person. As I was moving, I accidentally touched his shoes and he kicked me. He kicked my back. And the force and recoil were so strong that I fell in front of the person who was in front of me. Trying to get up with great struggle, I coughed out some blood. Because the kick was very forceful and it had probably damaged something inside. But I don’t know what. Not that I care. But I just knew that somehow I had to try and make it out of this place alive. I don’t know who would help me in this entire world. But if I could find somebody, I wouldn’t let my family die in vain.
• The person In front of me also gave me a kick. And then I fell backwards onto the other person who was behind me. And then he also kicked me. They kicked me around like I was some ball. And they were laughing as though this was a pleasant experience. Lastly, the last one kicked my face. And I fell to the ground. I felt my ears ringing. My head was spinning. I could not see clearly anymore. My vision was blurred. Then I heard them say, It was muffled sounds but I could still hear enough. “That’s enough. Let’s just kill her. She’s boring. I heard she was a mute, right? We can’t even hear her screams and sorrows as she struggles with the pain. This is not fun. Let’s kill her.” One said. And the other was like, “Yeah, whatever. Let’s do this quickly. I want to go get a beer after this.” Hearing this, I tried to get up and run. But I was pinned down by somebody’s foot. He stepped onto my back with his foot, pinning me down. Preventing me from going anywhere. He was using his entire weight to keep me down. It was painful. I couldn’t get up. I truly felt like an elephant was on my back. That’s how heavy he was. With just his one foot.
• Suddenly the one in front knelt and looked at me. “How would you like to die?” He said as he turned his head into an oblique direction. Then he came close to me and said, “How would you like to die? Tell me and I might honour it.” I looked down and then looked up to glare at him. He laughed and said, “Oh well.” Suddenly he grabbed my head so fast and snapped it. The forceful force snapped my neck. I could hear the break. Then I coughed blood. The blood was now just coming out of my mouth. I couldn’t breathe. I felt like I was choking. Then afterwards, he let go of my head. The person who was on top of me also moved. But I still felt like my body was heavy. Like someone was still on my body. But it wasn’t that. Was this the feeling of death? Was this how it would be? Was this how it was for a person to die? I was seeing black now. My vision was completely gone. I could feel my conscious fading in and out. As I was choking and struggling to breathe. It was excruciatingly painful. Was I really going to die like this? Was my family going to be wrongfully accused and murdered? With no one else in the world to fight for us. Was this really the end? Could I just accept it like that? No, I refuse. I will not accept this. I don’t want to accept this. I want to change my family’s fate. If there was really the stone of witches out there in the world known to make wishes true. Then here was my wish. I want my life back. I want my family back. And I definitely want the lives of those who did this to us. I want them in my hands. And I would end them myself.