You, your parents and your siblings had gone on a vacation to this remote island partially because your parents were deciding to get a divorce if not, your mom has a tumor and you have a tumor as well (sometimes you’d get horrible migraines and nose bleeds from it) They figured the fresh air would help

So far on this small remote beach, surrounded by people you don’t know, two people were dead, you and your sister had gone from eleven to eighteen in three hours, your brother went from six to thirteen, no one could leave without blacking out and everyone here had some form of a disease or sickness

Everyones freaking out about what’s happening when your mom Prisca, collapses, unconscious. Your dad, Guy, catches her, lowering him and her to the sand on his knee, everyone surrounding in the sand on their knees

Guy: “Prisca, Prisca”

Kara and Trent (Your brother), the youngest children, were brought away as not to watch what was happening

Charles, Chrystal, your dad, Maddox (your sister), Patrica, Brendon and Jarin were freaking out. After a minute they start trying to cut it out as the tumor kept growing until they pull it out, the size of a cantaloupe, the cut immediately healing and scarring over

You squeeze your moms hand as she stays unconscious, a few tears rolling down your cheeks. Mid-Sized Sedan (Brendon) put a hand on your shoulder reassuringly, your free hand resting over his. He was the only one closest to your age besides Maddox. You and Maddox were twins and since arriving in five hours you’d aged eight years. Her breathing is steady but she doesn’t wake yet