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now I realized that he talked with an accent. British accent, which I adored so much that I even used it in my stories. Also I noticed that he was wearing a suit, like some kind of a lawyer, which only gave him a serious man appearance.
    “How old are you?” I asked, trying to guest his age in my mind.
    “I am twenty one, little one,” he smiled dryly and stood up. He walked slowly to my bed, observing me.
    “You are from England ?” I asked again before he could create and relish his new questions.
    “I see that you remember Geography, too. That's good,” he sat on my bed, but not close enough for me to touch him with me hands. “Do you know who is Napoleon?”
    I nodded and rolled my eyes. Who didn't know that person.
    “He was an emperor.”
    “I see you remember also and some history facts. That's great. We will need less time to adapt you back to life.”
    “Life?” I narrowed my eyes into two small splits.
    “Yes. You were in a coma for two years. Last night you woke up, Vanessa.” Still, that name sounded strange and was extraneous for me.
    “Woke up? Coma? I don't understand,” and that was truth. I really didn't understand anything. I remembered the car accident, the blackness, the graveyard...
    “You are confused. That's totally reasonable this moment. You don't understand what is happening. You were in the car accident. Your parents died in it and you survived. Yesterday you miraculously woke up. Do you remember? You open your eyes...” he tried to give me points to some kind of direction in which I should turn my mind. Unfortunately, his words didn't make sense. Yea, the car accident. I remembered it, but not my parents in the car. They were in the hospital... crying.
    I shook my head and brought my legs closer to my body. My arms themselves found a way to hug them.
    “I don't ...” I lowered my eyes down, trying to find something in my mind what could confirm his words. But I only hit a huge and thick wall.
    “I know it is difficult for you to remember, but that is the truth. When you were sixteen, you got into the car accident. Richard and Mary died. You survived.
    I lifted my face up and opened my mouth widely. Richard and Mary? That weren't my parents' names. I knew it wasn't.
    “My mother's name is Nicole, and my father is Jake,” I said unsure at first, but when those names touched my tongue, I was sure that those names were my parents'. They were so familiar to me.
    “Oh,” he leaned back, totally surprised by my words. “So you do remember more that your age and name.”
    “I have a brother,” I said, lost in my own thoughts in which his words could come. Maybe if they had, I wouldn't have told anything more to him. His tone was telling me that something was wrong. Maybe I shouldn't say things like that? But I really had a brother, David. He was one year older and was my protector from the bad things. “David. He is a student in ...”
    “What else do you remember?” he cut me off. Maybe that fact wasn't important to him.
    “I like writing and reading.”
    “ Yes, you do. What else?” I looked at him, trying to understand from where that eagerness to know more about me had come. Because really, he seemed and sound like a person, who wanted more and more food and water.
    “The graveyard,” I heard my tiny voice. I didn't know I should mention the coffin and the grave. My grave. I saw my own grave.
    “What did you do there?”
    Was he sneering? He was there. He knew what I did there. I had screamed, was in hysteria. After all, I was put in the coffin and buried deep in the ground.
    “I am dead?” the truth finally sunk in me. Tears started collecting in my eyes, threatening me to touch my cheeks.
    “No, little one. You are not dead. You are alive. And we are intending to keep you this way.”
    “We?” I was confused. How could I be alive if I had died? Was I a vampire? No. Vampires weren't real. They were just imagined beast to scare little children and later to make