Withered flowers - part 1

 A youthful girl named Blythe awoke from a deep slumber on a dreary morning. She carefully rose as not to wake the monster under her bed. Unfortunately, she couldn't control the sounds coming from her stomach as it furiously roared. The monster heard! The pit in Blythe stomach dropped and her instincts kicked in. Stumbling and tripping she dragged herself down the corridor away from her dark room calling out for the nonexistent help. Passing the threshold of the kitchen, she found herself standing in front of a rather large lady. Cautiously Blythe stumbled backwards out of fear. There was nowhere to run now. Nowhere to escape to. The tranquility she once knew faded into the distance. 

Why would anyone want a part two?