The Fear

After about 2hours of struggling in her dream, Phidel finally jerked up from her sleep, soaked in sweat. She swiftly lurked around then to the clock just beside her bed. Luckily enough, she wasn't the type that usually goes to sleep with all lights off. Checking from her clock, it was still not yet time to get off bed so she rested her back on the wall, supporting it with her pillow whiles she reflected on her ordeal.

She tried to put one and two together to solve this weird mystery of a nightmare but nothing was really adding up. "Could this really be about Phidelia?" She grumbled mentally to herself. "But why has Auntie Emma not called yet?" She said and without another thought, reached for her phone which was on the mini drawer beside her bed.

She turned on the screen to see if she had missed any call but there was nothing. She went on, scrolling through her call logs to see if her mother might have by any chance answered a call from her but there was nothing like that.