Persephone: A Fictional Narrative

“Aren’t you excited guys!” Celia exclaimed as they pulled up to the woods. Persephone nodded with a shining smile on her face. “I scoped out the woods earlier this week and I found a spot that looks like someone had cleared it out for us” Alicia said, turning off their bright red car. They unloaded their gear and let Alicia lead them to the spot. “It’s getting cloudy” Persephone said. “I don’t like the rain.” Alicia assured her that everything would be fine and told them both of a house that she found that they could retreat to if need be. The leaves started to get heavy with rain and spilled on Alicia. “House it is!” Celia excitedly said and laughed the whole way to the house. “I don’t think this is a good idea” Persephone said skeptically. “Come on, it’ll be fine. I’ll even go first” Alicia assured her as she walked up to a rotting, abandoned house on the verge of caving in. Dead plants crunched under her feet as she walked through the overgrown yard. Alicia slowly inched open the decaying door and it groaned a disapproval. “See, nothing will hurt us.” she said as she walked
Taking in her surroundings Alicia saw the campsite they set up just about an hour before. Screams suddenly burst through the woods and hands groped for the two girls. “Come join the many he has killed” whispers said barely audible over the screams that said otherwise. “Survive” Alicia said under her breath as she moved Persephone to the tent. “It’s just a matter of surviving” she thought. “One of you has died” the two voices sang. “You’ve lost. Now your our’s forever” then laughter filled the air. Alicia hoped more than anything they would leave Persephone alone. The hands dragged Alicia back to the house and stitched up her mouth. “Persephone, my sister, is safe” was the only thought that keeps Alicia alive in the life sentence given by a girl who just wanted to see her sister, one last