Chapter 6

[There is no need to be sad,

Even if sadness hits so bad..]

 It's time for a dream. Not that one , with parents, thoughts or more -Denotative daydreaming. Just physically, there wasn't any courage even to think about something any more. Eyelashes became heavier and heavier, they hide green eyes without any chance to see walls or anything else in this room. She was breathing slowly, while the body was trying to relax from all the stress that Dana had this day. She thought that it would be better to think tomorrow, better to sleep. Like big soul left the body. Empty .

 Dark blue light was trying to enter the room from the window. Unfortunately, there were soft white curtains and it was a little bit hard to illuminate the bed . Maybe, that wasn't so awful. Just one more wonderful night in this world, one more tired person...

As night's still was there, stars were floating down and down. Looked like they were falling down to people. Most of the humans always trying to make a wish without even realizing that life itself is already a success. But in most cases, people want happiness or peace in this life . It's definitely ok and normal to think about that, though, Dana lost her chance to make a wish that deep night...

 Wednesday 9:30 AM 

-That hurts a lot.

Girl looked at her reflection in the mirror. That was terrible. It didn't show any live atmosphere in this body. Due to stressful yesterday, she was going to suffer this day. Not so bad. However, the fact that her mental health ruined by car accident, body would recover slowly. Except the fact that everything felt so remotely, she continues to cling to this mask. Dana remembered, she was going to act like a naive girl without any memory of her life. The more she thought about it, the less happiness and strength was visible on her face. Ideas about betrayal dug into the heart. 

"Acting, it's just acting, I don't forget about them, I don't forget about anything!"

 Breathing deeply. Eyes looked on the door, somebody knocked in. Feeling relieved that she hadn't spoken out loud, she called out. That was a really evocative voice. Voice with some notes of patience and hypocrisy at the same time. Mister Bess. 

- I guess you already wake up and feel hungry, come down. Sir wants to enjoy meal with you, miss... Dana.

She tilted her head in confusion at his strange intonations. Never mind. After some seconds, she opened the door and looked straightly at the men's face. 

- Good morning to you too.

Dana did that out of the sudden. Seemed that Mister Bess was shocked and was frightened by her unexpected gesture . He didn't expect such stuff from her.

-What?

Asked the black-haired girl with the really stupid face. People with such emotions often did not understand what they did what happened. Good actor. Good for a trainee. But that better to try rather than be silent. Since everybody knew that the silent one often kept dark secrets .

-N-nothing ....go .

From this desperate moment , he was answering strictly. She didn't look at him and went straight to the stairs. It wasn't good time the day before this day, but at this moment, the house looked extremely perfect. Every window and wall was filled with sophistication. With the modern stuff it suited even naturally. Like classic style was mixed with the new one. Guessing that stylist of this masterpiece was working really hard in order to make this wonderfulness. Sometimes it was strange, when beauty, like grandad's house, own by bad persons. Funny, beauty did not choose to whom it would be belonged to. A little smile appeared on her face. Lips stayed closed, but eyes opened, looking forwardly to the downstairs like nothing happened, nobody died and nobody lied to each other. Cosy atmosphere and idealistic granddaughter and grandfather loving and appreciating each other. Fastened with a wooden frame and with a muddy glass.

-Oh, here you are, Dana. Sit down over there.

Thomson raised his hand across the table and pointed to the chair opposite his place. So Dana would be seen accordingly, right in his old eyes. Nervous legs came closer to the table. Arms took forks and spoons. Lots of food was there. From light cereals to beacon, from glass of water to caramel frappé. It tasted really delicious. She didn't notice how she started to eat. It was clear that she was starving terrible. She tried approximately everything that was lying on her side of the table, while Thompson quietly was observing Dana and eating like an aristocrat in the 19th century, who had the habit of eating long and hearty meals. He even had all cons for it. Special spoons , plates, glasses and the maid behind him, so if he needed something, there wouldn't be any problems to call someone. When this aristocratic person noticed that his granddaughter was going to be ended up her breakfast, he raised a hand and the man behind him put more food to her side. Girl did not take it into account. Like nothing special, just one more strange thoughts that Thompson had in his mind. In fact, he did. Old man was thinking and behaving as he was carrying about her. Like he did before, like her parents did. Unfortunately, grandad knew a little about the relationships between her son, wife and their daughter, that they never did as normal care as simple family did. That was why Dana thought it was strange , rather than act of love. After 35 minutes of silence, she started to talk:

-When i could go to my parental grave?

That wasn't something that everyone waiting from her .

-Later... There are lots of documents, works, your education.. This evening you could visit them.

She sighed, it was not at all clear what exactly was bothering her and why. But after a minute, she raised her green eyes to him and asked:

-Then, i will go for a walk across the streets.

-A walk? 

Nothing special, though Thompson found it out extremely negatively. He tried to tell her to take a walk within the house, to which Dana insisted that she didn't want to. 

-It looks like a lovely place, maybe I could just somehow remember something , am i right?