I'm terribly sorry I deleted this story previously. Though I will update soon, if this pleases you.

Before I start: This is my first story and I hope you will enjoy it. It is very difficult for me to write in English, so please, ignore the lack of vocabulary and grammar mistakes. I will be glad to see some constructive criticism in reviews and I promise to listen to you, guys. Oh, and one more thing: I will update when I will update. Don't hurry me.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything except this story (and I'm not going to write it before every chapter, don't even ask!)

Chapter 1: Awake and Alive

Beep... beep... beep...

Ah, this beeping is so annoying... so loud...

Where am I?

Beep... beep... beep...

Oh, will it stop! I can't concentrate!

Beep... beep... beep...

Really? Really? Is it another instrument of torture used in hospitals? Ah, so I have found out where am I! Well, it is something already. But what is more important, who am I? - I opened my eyes.

Beep... beep... beep...

Argh, they are scoffing at me! Yes, I'm certainly in a hospital. This ceiling, this bed and these doors convinced me. - But how do I know it? Have I ever been in a hospital before? Can't remember anything...

Beep...beep... beep...

I looked under my blanket and then tried to look under my shirt. A loud hiss escaped my mouth but some sort of instinct told me to get up again to inspect my wounds. - So I'm a woman. Around twenty years old, I'd say, but something tells me I'm much younger. And there are a few scars on my stomach... I should have been in hospitals before.

Beep... beep... beep...

Where did I get those scars? How? Am I a fighter? It would explain why I am here and the feeling that I didn't need to take care of these wounds or bandaged them by myself. However, this raises new questions. Why am I fighting? What for? Am I something special? Do the doctors need to know about it? - I laid back on by bed and sighed.

Beep... beep... beep...

Hmph, I'm getting used to this sound...

Beep... beep... beep...

It even gets quieter... As if I'm blocking the sound.

Beep... beep... beep...

Wait, blocking?! I am blocking a sound like I can't live without this useful skill. As if every noise is too loud for me, - I sighed. - The word normal certainly doesn't apply to me. Normal would be to panic, to call the nurses, to scream and shout to get attention or just relax and enjoy the view behind the window. I was confused. I was certainly not doing any of that. At least I had a nagging feeling. My eyes just kept getting away from the window to another exit I could use. A door, a ventipane (which was ridiculously small), a fire exit, a ladder and an apple tree, - all these I saw in the first few seconds after my eyelids flew up. Moreover, I didn't like the apple tree because it had too much flowers I could break while climbing down and too few leaves to cover my way out. Just think of it, I didn't like a blossomed tree! What kind of person am I?

The doors creaked, displeased with disturbance, and let in a rush of cold air and a slightly over-weighted doctor in baggy trousers and worn shirt, which were covered by once white but now grey smock. Every piece of clothing had at least one coffee spot on it.

- Ah, you finally woke up! Well, how are we feeling? - he said with an exhausted but happy smile. He had a beautiful deep voice which was full of care and love only known to a father. But the language he was speaking... It wasn't the language of my thoughts and I perfectly understood it.

- Emm... Normal? - was my reply.

- This is good. We can save some medicine on you.

- Why do you worry about it? - they must have money to treat their patients! The government should have paid them!

- Let's say you are not the only patient in this hospital and we have lots of them to deal with. Not many need as little medicine as you do, - his tone was deadly serious. Does he even care about me?

- Where am I? And what is with my waist?

- You know, - his face turned to me but very slow, the exhaustion was seen in his eyes, - if you tried to stand or sit it would have caused you lots of pain. Your backbone was broken but it starts to heal now, - he didn't even try to sound worried. His intonation was very close to a one some students have when they tell about something they are not interested in to their teacher. - However, the spinal cord was much more damaged so you probably won't be able to move your legs. Plus, legs by themselves are broken in five places each and they can knit wrong. Your wounds are healing rapidly, faster than we could expect. That's a good thing. Two days ago there was a hole in your head but now it looks like the skull was never broken, - hmm, new knowledge about me...

- How did this happened? - I asked in a cold voice. The news shocked me but not that much as you would expect. I didn't want to cry or smash anything. I was strangely calm, like there was no emotion inside me, like I was drained, like I didn't care. But I did! The tears just didn't come...

- You are in Donetsk, Ukraine. Does this information explain anything? - I shook my head from side to side. The doctor sighed. - You was in the first line of the group of protestors and the policemen... well they hit you first. And then you said a lot of rude words to them, which were mostly true. It hurt them. It would have hurt anybody, - he smiled sadly. - They decided to injure you badly. A young man, who looked very similar to you, stood up for you but they have taken him to the police office. Do you remember any of these events?

I shook my head again. The doctor sat down heavily on the chair by the bed.

- Do you remember your name?

- No, but I know I'm somehow related to that man, - I had just felt it. Maybe, some of my instincts kicked in?

- His name is Daniel, if it helps, - doctor was on his feet again. - I'll try to find a suitable companion for you. Maybe you will recollect something.

The weird part is that I felt like someone wanted to erase me from existence, maybe even to kill me... The nagging feeling returned with reinforcements. Do I have such strong enemies? A few pictures of pink, green, blue and even yellow beams of light flickered in front of my eyes. And who are they? A memory of pointed teeth flashed across my mind. Why did they need to kill me? Oh, I just can't put my finger on it!