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ALONE: Retold

"Kelvin... If I leave, Zula will kill everyone," I said in a shaky voice, before breaking down into sobs. I closed my eyes and allowed the tears to flow freely. If I were to leave, then my previous experiences would come to pass. "What are you saying? You don't have to be a hero! Someone else can do that!" His voice was already rising. "I don't need a hero... I-I need my sister," he pleaded in a small broken voice. Hearing his pained voice shattered my bruising heart into a thousand pieces. "I love you all," I managed to say. "What? NO!" he screamed but I cut the connection. *** A ritual has governed Aromes since its existence. Every fifty years, the first born child of a family has to face Zula and die. This year, Xena is chosen. The morning after her eighteenth birthday, she wakes up to meet her home island devoid of all its inhabitants; including her family. She searches everywhere for all the people but she is unable to find them anywhere. The situation is hard for her to comprehend. At first, she thinks its a joke. She hopes its a prank. She refuses to believe that she has been abandoned. Until she finds the first dead body. The dead mutilated body of her father. Then she starts hearing and seeing things that aren't meant to be. Horrifying screams, a manic creature, a cloaked figure that only comes when she takes off her glasses. Only then, does she realize that there is no escape and her inevitable death patiently awaits her.

Lilian_Nkunga · 若者
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65 Chs

The Nightmare isn't Over

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Another day had passed by the time I opened my eyes again. But this time I wasn't woken by the sounds of people down my window or the sounds of knocks. It was the smell of my mother's food that woke me. The air felt natural like a normal school day in my house.

I didn't want to fall for this but the pull was too strong. No one could stay for days without their mother and the entire family and then a chance to see them presents itself and I am expected to be strong and remain in my room. No way!

My curiosity got the better of me and I got up quickly from the bed. As I pulled my door open, the smell of my mother's special chocolate waffles filled the air. I could have sworn something clicked inside of me. I believed the facade.

Maybe it was the loneliness. Maybe it was the familiar smell and the joy it always brought me but whatever the case, I ran down the stairs to meet my mother.