Cruz Y Maldicion: The Tale of the sisters

Title: Cruz Y Maldicion: The tale of the sisters
Chpt. 2: Panic and Surrender

Author: CaryLuv-Nussa

Warning: There is some topics discussed within the story may offend some people, religion, sexuality and abuse. Please be aware.

A/N: This story is in part about several dreams I’ve had that resemble each other. It also deals with many of the experiences that I went through as a child and teenager. It is my first publication, so take it easy, lol. I would like reviews to be able to develop my writing and of course criticism is welcome, as long as isn’t destroy my ego too much, lol.



And here I am, sitting in the farthest corner from the room, surrounded by nothing but darkness and an empty void

inside my own self. I keep staring into nothingness, letting myself drown more into the dark comfort of oblivion.

One might think I was staring out through the smudged windows, into the damp filled night outside. But all I find

when looking out there is defeat, defeat and despair. I’ve lost all hope for myself long ago, even before

entering this disgusting place. So I just sit here, my long legs hugged closed to my body, my arms loosely

embracing them, losing myself to the sound of the coquis.(1)

They’re taunting me, I know they are, but their repetitive symphony is actually soothing the anxiety and fear

laced nerves I seemed to be feeling suddenly; which I found odd, it being only an hour away from sundown. But..

’Oh God no!!! No, no, no!’ I shoot up straight and remain rigid, thinking over and over that it couldn’t

be Wednesday again. It just couldn’t, this goddamn week went by so fast, how is that possible. It was Sunday only

yesterday right,‘Right!?’ I was repairing my clothes and watching over my sisters playing...’My

sisters!!! Oh lord where are they? I have to get them, keep them safe. Keep them away from the nightmare that’s

creeping closer and closer as the sun fades into nothingness.’ The last time I saw them was…the parlor.

‘Oh god please let them be there.’ I kept repeating to myself as I got closer, and sure it was, they were

there.

Jasel, the youngest of the three, was on the floor coloring an old torn book, and Libimai, the middle one,

was braiding my other sister’s hair. As my eyes skimmed all over them, I couldn’t help but for a second let the

light that shone from them into my heart, what little I allowed myself though. Because I knew, I just knew that I

couldn’t buckle down under their love and give in. I just couldn’t. The darkness that I let seep through my soul

and the abandonment of all purity is what keeps them at bay. Knowing that they can take me, unrestrained and just

drained, instead of my sisters, was what enabled me to take care of my precious gifts. They would pass on them

and go for me or others. Their wavering forms and protruding smell would slither away, away from them, until the

next week, when everything would begin again. But until then, my sisters light would shine once more, and prevail

over the darkness again. At least until they are “cured” and free from what haunts us all in this inhuman place.

Until that day comes, I’ll protect them. I’ll keep providing them with the guidance and "love" they need to

survive and turn into functioning citizens once more. This promise I made to them, before they abandoned us from

this plain of existence.

And so I gather my sisters and their things and lead to the box we call our room, only to have frozen midway

down the hall. I panicked, searching for this sudden urgency that came over me. They were here already. I can

just feel the hair on the backs of my neck standing just hearing their muffled voices from beyond the dimmed

hallway. Unconsciously I wrapped both my sisters against my tall frame, clutching at their clothes and whispering

to them to go quietly but fast to the bedroom up ahead. It still wasn’t yet time for bed, but I just knew that

the slightest movement would make them aware of our presence just a few feet away and provoke them to no end.

I kept watch over my sisters, keeping an eye on them as well as the other end of the hallway, until I saw my

sisters go into the room. After that I just ran, nearly tripping over myself, but making it to the bedroom door

all the same. Once arriving into our extremely tiny bedroom, I looked upon Jasel and ordered her to clean up

first. Fifteen minutes later, Libimai went in and did the same, all the while I kept a vigilant eye at the door,

making sure we were ready before the Chupacabra(2) (that’s what we all called the owner and our "provider" of

this place), or anyone else came in and checked up on us. Libimai came out not that long after, finishing combing

her hair before bed. As for me, I just swiped a damp cloth all over my full figure frame and changed into a pair

of worn underwear and then my stained pajamas. I never wanted to risk anything happening to them, even if it

meant me not showering or stepping too far away from either of my sisters. After that I kneeled in front of the

bed the three of us share, and prayed. This was always a ritual we religiously did every night, mostly just to

comfort them and keep both in a peaceful state of mind.


Minutes later I tucked both my sisters and myself in, making sure they were pressed tightly and securely between

the wall the bed was set in front of, and myself. This position allowed me to not only keep them from praying

eyes or, sadly, hands, but also maintain a stern eye towards the door, which is only a few feet away from the

front of the bed. I kissed their soft chestnut colored heads and wished them sweet dreams.

A few breaths later you could hear them sinking into the dream world, their breathing and light snoring

synchronizing with one another.

And that’s when I heard it, the voices. Those maniac and disturbing voices just outside the door waiting for

something, and I immediately felt dread wash over me. What they were waiting for came only moments later,

sauntering with a heavy thump along the hallway, making imprints of its feet on the rusted wood floors which

would always show up days later. Every hair in my body stood up once the voices hushed, later hearing the worst

sound I’ve come to fear and hate all these years, the door creaking open. All light crept out the room once they

entered, drowning the room in nothing but darkness and stench. I couldn’t help but just feel revulsion creep up

my stomach once I let the breath I was holding whoosh out. Then nothing...a veil of pure malice surrounded me,

clouding the only thing I could here before I seeped lower into their darkness..."Oye nena, es la hora de

diversion. Mmmm, lo que te espera con nosotros"...(3)


A single tear escaped my eyes before I lost it all and escaped into pure emptiness...






Notes:
(1) Coquis-a small chiefly nocturnal tree frog (Eleutherodactylus coqui) with a loud high-pitched song, native to Puerto Rico and now found in Hawaii and southern Florida
(2) Chupacabra-a purported creature resembling a gargoyle, said to exist in parts of Mexico and on Puerto Rico
(3) “Hey girl, its time to have fun. Mmmm, what awaits you when you come with us”