Elena's POV
I was in the water for God knows how long. At last, my body moved a little. It ached and my body moved again. Slowly, my eyes opened and it came into contact with the grey ceiling, which looked familiar.
“Her body is weak; she needs a lot of rest.” I could hear an elder man’s voice talking to my crying mother. I wondered what was going on.
I was still supposed to be in the bathtub, under the water, and should have drowned by now. I mean, I am supposed to be dead. I should be in a coffin box or maybe dug up somewhere.
“Where am I?” My throat was dry, very dry, like I haven’t taken water for more than five days.
My mother rushed to me in tears, checking every inch of my body but carefully so I don't get hurt. “Elena dear! A-are you okay?” she asked.
I nodded and asked for
