New life

Violetta

I could not say with precision where I was. However, I felt very comfortable: there was a feeling that I'm home. My eyes seemed to lead were poured, and every attempt to open them ended in failure. Before my mind flew sounds chopped vegetables and Olii sizzle in the pan. My brow furrowed when I heard a painfully familiar voice of my mother. Suddenly, his eyes opened at lightning speed and took the body upright.

I looked around with wide eyes all around, I was in my room at home.

"- Got Game, Violetta!" - Furiously said my inner voice. I tie uncertainty and surprise.

"How was I here? What do I do at home? "- I could not understand how I even came here. My memory stubbornly refused to give me a picture of events.

"Excellent! Just fine, Violet Lee! "- I thought indignantly. I'm sitting at home, but do not even remember how to take such a decision. This state is usually a teenager, who the night before had drunk considerably and now he could not remember how he got home. I slowly, in slow motion, climbed out of bed and opened the door of my room: there was no one in the hallway. However, I am quite clearly heard, that in the kitchen over the stove was busy mom. I had to smile, remembering the moments when she stands at the stove and prepares us to breakfast with his sister, with a little prikrikivaya us that we do not fool around at the table.

Stepping into the corridor, I hesitantly walked towards the kitchen. The door was slightly covered, and when I pushed her, she creaked open. I saw a very familiar picture that during his stay in the palace of Varna, has already forgotten. My mother, as always fussed over the stove, and then pulling out those cabinets or other products.

When the door creaked, she turned in surprise. However, when she saw me, she beamed with joy: her thoughts told me much more than facial expressions and gestures.

- Violet ... - she said with tears in her eyes. She quickly came up to me and hugged. I smiled, feeling that at last I'm home. However, after a few seconds my nostrils hit some nice smell. I could not identify it. I was scared, because the smell was coming from my mother's neck. I abruptly pulled away from her.

When he saw the terrified face of my mother, I took a deep breath and smiled at her.

- Good morning, - smiling, I shrugged. She smiled and patted me on the cheek, again came to the plate.

- How did you sleep?

I was a little hesitated to answer, given that, in fact, I do not need to sleep.

- Um ... Well ... - I sat down at the table and folded her hands on it. - Mom, - I hesitantly - and I was there?

I stared at her, because she could not remember. My mother turned to me and a smile on her face faded.

- You came late at night ... - she said, - my father was asleep ... But you're so clatter at the door, we were afraid at first ... - she took a breath, and I, with growing tension, listen to her. - When I opened the door, you were not yourself. You cried and ... - it was clear that it hard to talk. It was no surprise: I saw pieces of her memories. I was very scared, I saw myself from the outside - confused, disheveled and beg their parents to let me into the house.

Mom began cutting vegetables and apparently absent-mindedly, cut her finger.

- Oh ... - she instantly put down the knife and took a small towel wrapped them wounded finger. However, it was not enough: the smell of blood hit my nostrils. I wanted to cling to the finger and suck all the blood without a trace. I jumped up, and in a second I did not have in the kitchen. I stood in the room, panting.

Now I am afraid of itself. Locked the door, I sat on the floor and began to just look out the window. Mom knocked on the door, and the window flew peacefully birds.

I need Kaspar.