"No don't drink that!" screamed the women. But we were too tired and thirsty to resist. She stared at the empty bottle and ran out. We looked at each other and realized the air had dropped suddenly, goosebumps covered our skin like blankets.
Then, Carmen fell limp to the rotting wooden floor. Her blond matted hair framed her dirt smudged face, her blue-green eyes tinted red. Darker and darker they got until all that was left was blood red liquid surrounded by white.
This wasn't supposed to happen, Carmen was supposed to be cured now. We had both felt the pull, we both drank. What was happening?
Carmen began to shake, her limbs being thrown like a rag doll. Soon, the person that had looked exactly like me our entire life was unrecognizable.
My heart began to beat faster and faster. No, no no! Sweat dripped from my greasy hair, I had to force myself to breath as I knelt down beside my twin.
"Mel," Carmen choked out. Her voice raspy, sick. She extended a pale and green blotched arm to me. I almost vomited.
I shot up, my head dizzy from the sudden movement and the lack of water and food these past three days.
I backed myself againsg the sticky wall, the barn seeming to become smaller and smaller every moment that Carmen started clawing towards me. She moved like a zombie with broken legs. Decaying arms gripping the ground and pulling her body closer and closer.
I screamed. I let all the anger and rage out through my voice. Three days in the woods with my dying sister, and I had not once screamed or cried. Three days of trying to find this freaking barn and I had not once screamed. Three days of trying to find this witch.
I had drank the potion too. Why hadn't it hurt me, and cured Carmen? Why was I still alive?
Carmen yanked me from my thoughts with a slight moan that made my heart cry.
She layed there, now curled into a ball only a couple inches from my bare feet.
Skin was slipping off her black and brown bones.
I yearned, craved, would have done anything to hold my sister, my twin. My other half. My light. But, like our mother Carmen was gone now.
I had failed once again, was betrayed once again.
This time, I wasn't going to let this witch get away with it.