Frida POV
Mother has transported me back to my bedroom in my childhood home, I want to forget everything, but I knew this would do nothing but hurt me more. Eating up I enter fathers office in the basement. After leaving my bedroom I’m starting to feel a bit more comfortable, the desire to have something else then the eyes of those people, I couldn’t get their words, I really hate my life right now. It has brought nothing but headache, feeling tired I go to my bed, closing my eyes I feel a tugging pull into a dream, it’s not a dream it’s a memory.
I look around me yet the sound of a snap was heard and a witch cries in agony as she dies. Another snap and the same happened to the other witch who screams as she dies. Another more snap was heard. The last witch cries and burns alive. Once th
