“Krissi, where are you?” I hear from the other room. I finish putting in my clothes in my travel bag. As I zipped up the zipper I hear the door open. My mother was standing there waiting with a warm smile. “Krissi, are you ready for our mother and daughter’s trip. I have a trip up to the hills. Our neighbors have a cabin they don’t used.” Okay Mom, I just finished packing my bag.

The car ride there was bumpy and disorienting. I don’t know how my mom found her was up here. “Okay Krissi, we’re here”. But I don’t we’re alone. The car next to the cabin doesn’t seem like the kind of cars our neighbors would have. It has a busted back window and the rims are a scattered across the porch.

“Mom, I don’t have a good feeling about-“ I turn my head and see my mom froze from fear. A man who wore a black shirt wrapped around his facial features, held a knife to her neck. With one swift movement, my mom’s neck was sliced. My leg was kicked from behind. All balance was lost. I fell to the ground, my hair was yanked up and the last thing I saw was a female holding my head. “Krissi huh? I bet you and your mother would taste wonderful in a stew!”