White woke up from her sleep, her chest heaved up and down, she looked around the hut panicking. Gale slowly woke up, “What’s wrong?” Gale asked, White, shook her head “I had the most horrible dream” she rubbed her temples. Gale gently placed her tiny hand on White’s shoulder. The contact relaxed her.


    “What was the dream?” she asked, “it was awful he killed them all, even my little sister. She was only nine.” she muttered.


    “I’m sorry to hear that, I pray that was only a dream,” Gale mumbled.


    “But it wasn’t” White muttered. “It was a memory.” she brought her knees to her chest, she stared deeply into the fire.


    Their voices woke Marie, but she stayed still pretending she was asleep.


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    “I had a sister” Gale mentioned. “They killed her” White’s eyes widened, she had never heard Gale speak so much.


    Marie overheard them talking about their families. She wanted a sister, but life stole that option from her. She bit her lip forcing her tears back. Envy coiled in her, she found herself envious of their small talk, completing neglecting the trauma they endured.


    “She was so hard-headed, she never listened, but that was the sister I got” she said, she didn’t allow herself to feel anything usually, but the smallest smile jumped on her face. It left as quickly as it came. White listened attentively.


    Peace fell over them.


    Jalems burst through the door and slammed it shut behind him. Everyone woke, frightened by the noise. Before he could say anything he folded over his chest heaved with every breath.


    “We need to go, now” he commanded.


    “Why what’s going on?” Marie asked.


    There was a knock at the door. Their eyes fell upon it.