JELENA
I don't know when I drift off to sleep.
One moment, I am lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling and thinking about everything I have just discovered and the next, I slip into a strange sort of half-consciousness.
At first, I think I am still awake ‘cause I can hear someone calling my name over and over again.
“Jelena.”
The voice sounds desperate and panicked, like someone is in trouble and desperately needs my help and I try to open my eyes, but they refuse to cooperate.
The voice comes again.
“Jelena!”
I don't recognize it and that is the first thing I notice, the second is the urgency behind it, whoever is calling me sounds terrified, I try to respond, but no words come out.
Then everything shifts, suddenly, I am standing in a field and my eyes widen, beautiful lilies st
