Elizabeth the hunter

I have a had an older sister name Elizabeth. She was 18 when it happened, 5 years ago. We were just going camping, is there a problem with that? Elizabeth and me were collecting twigs rocks for the fire, as we had lit a fire. Our parents were taking care of the fire and food, keeping control over them both. Elizabeth spotted a shiny little object in the woods. She tried to pick it up, while I was curious about what it was. Most of it was hidden under a leaf. When she tried to pick it up, I told her that it looked sharp. Ignoring my little warning, she continued trying to grab it where I supposedly said not to touch. She screamed. It was a Syringe with only the needle sticking out, but at that moment it stuck itself in her thumb when she picked it up. She shook her hand to try and get it off and eventually grabbed it and pulled it out. As it hit the ground, it started to rain. Elizabeth said she was fine, when clearly it stung. I took her back to the camp where my parents had prepared a Salad, some Steaks and skewers. As we explained to our parents what had happened, they just ignored us and continued to drink. It was quite obvious that they were Drunk. We went to the car and took our first aid kit out and put a plaster on the Area where she was hurt and continued to gather sticks. By the end of the night we went to night with belly’s full of Overcooked food cooked by our drunk parents. Lizzy didn’t seem to sleep too well. I had fallen asleep almost instantly as I hit the blow-up bed. The next few days were normal camping days: fishing, collecting firewood and other camping things. About a week later, lizzy started acting weird.she started flinching a few times a day, getting the hiccups every day or two, forgetting the simplest of words, liking to light the fire more than normal, like you would expect the Pyro from Team Fortress 2 to be. I grew ever more suspicious about the strange behaviour of my older sister. On the last day, where we were supposed to go home, something happened… He eyes… They became black… Apparently she woke up with them, and was now moving in twitchy manners instead of normal walks. My parents wanted to take her to the hospital. At about lunch time, something snapped… She seemed to have lost her sanity and went nuts about fire. My parents tried tying her down, but somehow she was too strong. She set the car on fire, ran to my parents and threw them in there. She had a deep, deep, hellish voice, who I shall never forget. “Now you shall burn.” She gained a crooked death smile. She turned her head almost 180 degrees and looked at me. I had tears going down my eyes for the loss of my parents, loss of my sisters sanity and because i was so scared for my own dear life. The car exploded and pushed me back, as lizzy somehow was untouched by the flame. Her clothes burnt, ragged and cut by flying debris, she watched me fly into the river. She seemed to run towards me, but I had water in my face, so I could not make out what was going on. Something heavy, probably another bit of flying debris hit me on my head. At that moment I woke up in my bed. I had the cut on my thumb. The Syringe must have had some sort of drug in it, that made me fantasize everything up to where I went to sleep the night after being jabbed. I hugged my parents and sister, with tears going down my cheeks. I was only 9. My sister died a few years later… In a fire.

R.I.P Elizabeth (1983-2009)

Credit To – Beastasaur66