"Dawn, wake up"

I can feel his eyes on me but I want to keep dreaming, I want to be in a world that isn't marred with scars of my past and present. A dream where I can remember the taste of a mother's cooking.

But i have to return to the nightmare that is my life. So i open my eyes to a new day filled with pain and darkness.

The first thing that greets me when I open my eyes is Dylan's sad little eyes, his beautiful blue green eyes so much alike my slightly greener ones and exactly like our absent father.

"What is it Dyl?" I say as i sit up in my small single mattress on the floor and stretch my mauled body. I still can't believe that the witch haven't touched him yet but i'm definitely not complaining. I thank my lucky stars or god that lets my brother keep his five year old innocence.

"I want pancakes" He says it with such giddy happiness and with those beautiful eyes so I would be a fool to resist him anything he asks of me.

So me and my adorable baby brother walk downstairs to the small kitchen to cook the best chocolate pancakes the human race has ever tasted.

Or so I thought.

When we arrive the witch is standing in front of the stove in a ugly apron that she made herself as a 'professional fashion designer' and apparently she is gonna be the next 'big thing' as soon as i set a foot inside the threshold i want to leave but Dylan is standing right behind me so I don't have a choice.

Time to face the music. Yay.