Chapter 11

"When did the dreams begin?"

I shrug.

Mara adjusts her glasses while I lay back in the couch.

"I can't remember ever not having had them."

She scribbles a few things on the notepad in front of her.

"Can you tell me about the dreams?"

"I'd rather not."

She waits patiently, but after a few minutes, sighs softly.

"I want to help you," she says. "But I need to understand."

"How can you help me? You're just like the rest of them."

She smiles.

"Not quite," she winks.

"After all, I know about vampires."

I stare at the ceiling.

This feels like a waste of time; I wanted to talk with Mei about this 'someone' who could help me, but I'd promised I'd try, even if my parents had checked out. They still hadn't responded to any of my messages. I was on my own if I wanted answers.

As I look around the room, my eyes linger on the photo above me again.

"My sister," Mara says. "During happier times."

"She looks like you."

She shifts in her chair, readjusting her legs.