Chapter Fourteen-Butterflies

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After the party, everyone left as always. I said 'Happy Birthday' to Camilo once more before I left too.

The Madrigal home is not really far from my house so it takes me about ten minutes to walk back.

I got to my house and did the same routine that I always did before going to bed. But while I was washing my teeth, a weird feeling came to me, as if something was telling me to look behind the dresser again. I shook my head to try to make the thoughts go away but it felt like they only grew stronger. I had enough of it and I went immediately to my room, I moved the dresser, and froze at the sight. It's the same tulips...and a yellow butterfly, standing right in the middle of both of the flowers.

Butterflies...The same ones that I feel when I look at Camilo. But what do they mean?

Something weird about the painting is that I felt like it was calling me.

Y/n...

It sounds like a real voice.

Y/n...?

I walked slowly towards it and reached out my hand  to touch it.

Y/n.

I touched the wall and a light started glowing between my fingers. I was too shocked to move. The light continued to glow brighter and brighter that I had to close my eyes because of this.

Y/n!

Suddenly, I don't feel like I'm in the Encanto anymore...

~The Next Morning~

-Camilo POV-

I had been assigned to do some chores around the town but I wanted to stop by Y/n's house first. I wanted to thank them for the surprise from yesterday.

I knocked on the door and y/n's mom answered.

"Oh, hi Camilo!" She says.

"Good morning, is Y/n home?" I ask.

"They are, it's just that they are not up yet," she signals for me to enter, and I do. "But you can try and knock on their door."

"I will, thank you." I smile.

I go upstairs and knock on y/n's door.

No answer.

I knock on it again, "Y/n?"

No answer.

"I'm going to come in," I say and open the door.

The bed sheets are a mess and the dresser is moved to the side, revealing the painting of the tulips on the wall. I pause, "is that a...butterfly?"

Horror takes over me as I realize what happened to y/n. I make my way towards the wall and touch it. Nothing happens.

"Y/n?!" I say desperately. But there is no answer.

How am I supposed to tell their parents this?

I close the bedroom door and go downstairs.

"Did you find y/n?" Y/n's mom asks.

I put on my best fake smile, "no, they are probably still sleeping."

'I have to tell Dolores about this...'

-Back to Y/n POV-

I'm laying on what feels like dirt...or is it grass? I don't know, my head hurts too much to think. I try to open my eyes. But they feel heavy. When I finally manage to open them completely, I realize that I am laying on grass. I try to get up, but every time I do, my head hurts even more. I put my palm on my forehead and sit up.

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