Wake up...

"Hey... Letitia! Look at me... Snap out of it." Constance yelled shaking the frozen up Letitia.

All was well until five minutes ago.

Letitia had stumbled upon the kitchen and the smell of cooking porridge wafted into her nose. She immediately followed the pleasant smell before she found herself standing in front of a pit of pot filled with cooking porridge placed over the fire that was still very much alive.

Once her eyes met with the fire and it reflected in her pupils, dancing... She froze reliving the moment her Mother died.

All thoughts of hunger had gone down the drain.

Her breathing became shagged and laboured. Her body broke out in a cold sweat as she shivered vigorously and coldly even though she was standing in front of an alive fire.

Fear ran through her whole being while her Muscles shook in a cowardice act.

"Run! Go... Letitia! Run!"

"Mum!"

"Go, you fool! Please, Titia! Go!"

"No... I won't leave you..."

"Go!"

And that, that was the last she heard. She was now standing i