Secrets of the Shadows one

"You are destined to wake up from a nightmare," Nina told herself, wondering on the concrete floor of her room.

Throughout her life, she was haunted by nightmares of being arrested by the people's police. They throw it on the street like garbage, then push it back with a machine gun or Spray on the forehead.

But before pulling the key, she woke up.

At one point, she imagined that the police who came to her had changed into Aunt Trenka's T-shirt and a fold of hat. Her monk. After this dream, Nina refused to kiss Aunt Senka Good night for many months, and no one understood why. Nina herself never confessed to anyone, because then they would laugh at her. Here’s what a laugh.

It's not for nothing that Nina is afraid of the demographic police.

These people are monsters, gray wolves, evil witches, scary monsters, and other monsters combined that she has ever heard of.

But like scary monsters, gray wolves, evil witches and scary monsters, cops, people live in stories and nightmares, not in real life.

Now Nina hit her head on the concrete wall.

"Wake up!" She commands herself in despair, "Get up!"

This attack gave me a headache, but it did not happen in a dream. Nothing hurts in a dream. Even if you are beaten to the point of bleeding, you do not feel anything. Your feet will be bound so that you will not run away. The ropes will not burn your skin.

Her wrists and ankles were worn until she was bleeding under the ropes that chained her to the wall. The skin on my back was torn, the slightest touch of the jacket to my spine caused unbearable pain all over my body. One eye is swollen due to flatulence.

My whole body hurts.

"It was just a nightmare, I was not arrested," she told herself stubbornly.

She had vague memories as the arrest was a pleasant one and not the worst event in history. Her life. She did not even remember the demographic police who entered the kitchen or called her name. “See? Do you see? Doesn't this mean that nothing happened?

She was having breakfast, enjoying three grapes dipped in oatmeal. And suddenly there was silence in the room, and everyone was looking at Nina. She felt these looks and dropped the spoon. Porridge fell on the girl sitting next to her, but Liesl did not complain, she just looked at her like everyone else. It was these looks, and not the sound of her name, that made her stand up and walk. Holding the handcuffs out.

"What is their name?" She misses "Nina or… or…"

No, she will not think about it. Sometimes in police dreams people read minds.

Nina went back to the memory: she walked the endless aisle between the tables and the other girls sat like dolls on the shelf. The familiar dining room suddenly turned into a valley, in which countless eyes shone out of the darkness. Nina did not look around but felt all these eyes follow her silently. Eyes like empty dolls, like pebbles.

"Why is no one protecting me?"

She already knew. If it was just a nightmare ... - "Is this a nightmare?" - Everyone will be scared to death and will not say anything. She herself would not utter a word, as others were walking in surprise to the policeman with a medal on his chest. It was as if they were arresting someone else. "Why her?" How did they find her? Why only know? Stop it. "She cut herself off." Nightmares are always meaningless.

She remembers how hard it was to move her legs: lower, right, left, closer… She had no strength to protest or defend. The body itself.

When you open your mouth slightly and the tears do not stop.

"Do not kill me! I was just a kid. Yana wants to break the law. It was not Yana's fault. And please do not touch Jason…

Now in the cell, Nina gritted her teeth, afraid to say those words. It is forbidden. Her camera is probably being pressed. They will hear his name again.

However, Jason must defend. Jason, grandmother and aunt. Yes, and parents. She will be silent about others. She wants to call Jason to him:

"Jason, do you know where I am? Were you not surprised when I did not come to the meeting place? You are very brave. Can you save me? Yes?

That's stupid. It was just a dream. Soon the morning bell will ring, and she will open her eyes on the dilapidated bed at Harlow Girls School. He will brush his teeth, wash his face, change his clothes and maybe just find 4 flavors for his oatmeal in the morning ...

She recalls her arrest again as she approached the police who were waiting for her in the dining room. Moments before he handcuffed her, she noticed a man standing behind him, staring at Nina like her classmate. Only they look at the eyes with fear, empty like a doll. The man's dark eyes reveal the whole feeling.

He was angry. I hate her. I want her dead.

Nina took a deep breath. It makes no sense to pretend anymore. She remembers too much. That shape cannot be a dream, it cannot create it. He was exactly like everything that happened. She was wearing real handcuffs, real scars on her back, and she was full of real fear.

"They will kill me," Nina whispered, finally giving up all hope.

- Why?

Thunder roared in Nina's ears, and she woke up. She then pulled back. The faces of the men shouting at her were inches apart.

The man asked: "Why the traitor?

Nina blinked. She will die in any case ... why not object? "Are you a traitor?" "What kind of country would this be if some people were born to be considered traitors?" She shouted. Should I commit suicide by sacrifice? Out of patriotic feelings? Is it my fault that my parents have two children before me?

No matter what she says, she will betray her mother, grandmother and aunt - who hid her, who saved her life.

She is silent.

The man sat down. It was dark in Nina's room; it was probably midnight now. His shadow seemed to be a vague shadow. "It's a ghost like Aya," she thought. In my fog, the idea seemed ridiculous.

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