Fragile Ice

chapter three

Zaria

My body was shaken awake.

"Wake up, you need to eat. It's been a week." An angelic voice whispered, creating a tempt to open my eyes and see who it was.

But, I refused.

"You can't expect her to wake up, she looks like a runner. She needs the sleep." Another voice spoke, a frustrated groan was all it got in reply but they left after sometime.

And the first thought that rushed to me was, I need to get out.

This led me to forcefully open my eyes, for me to leave where ever I am.

Leading me to wince at the ray of light that hit me, following onto, me raising my hand to cover it up. While the other hand was rubbing for my eyesight to make an improvement, which did for a while.

I raised my leg and lowered it to the ground, but it felt like noodles as soon as it touched, making me slap my legs, hoping for it to start co-operating, however it didn't.

'Aquaria, give me energy.' I begged silently, 'we need to stay and rest. We've been running half of our lives and we need to stop, o-' She was cut off, by the little girl we met before.

She was dressed cleaner and her hair was brushed more neatly, she patted down her dress  "don't stress as much. It's okay." She gives me a smile.

I nodded with a blank face, 'trust her.' Aquaria reassured me, she was often not wrong and was 1000% reliable in all courses.

So I believed her.

"Where am I?" I croaked as I rubbed my throat, "you're at grandmothers house." She jumped as if she forgot something, then ran off.

I shake my head and my eyes began to travel, around the room and then my clothing.

It consisted of a satin baby blue silk pyjama set, that felt great against my skin. As for what covered me with a warm sense of heat, was a duvet that screamed luxury covering my lower body like a mist.

It felt like a stop in my early life at home...

My thoughts were abruptly stopped by the little girl, that wore a silly grin, holding a tray with a plate full of pancakes smothered by syrup and fresh whipped cream with strawberry.

My favourite, "thanks." I said rather bluntly, not meaning too.

"It's alright, my grandmother made it. She's downstairs, she's been waiting for you." She smiled and gave me the tray, then headed out leaving me for my privacy.

I blankly stared at the food, before picking up the cutlery and making a start to devour the smell of beauty, but I then forcefully stopped as I felt a pair of eyes on me.

It was the little girl again, with a stupid grin again, "my names Georgia. You can call me Gia or even Gigi, whatever makes the shoe fits." She smiles and left with a skip.

With that, I ate, with no interruptions.