When I woke up, my clothes and hands were all wet. My tears had been escaping me all night. I could not prevent crying myself to sleep. Slowly I stood up on my feet. My knees were weak. In my room was a white stone sink. The water in my face helped me cool off. My cheeks were warm of the sleeping. I tried to step towards my wooden closet without fear, though my heart kept pounding with all his mighty strength. I tried not to see the dimension of a dark castle. It was the most terrible of them all. I did some clean clothes on. A green as good growing grass pants. And a dark brown sweater. The room was so cold lately. Everything. Soon it would be time to go to breakfast. Although I mentioned the experts I liked being alone, in this room, they forced me to go to general breakfast every once in a while. With all those other people. Slowly and carefully I walked back on my white socks to my comfortable safe corner. The dimension stayed mainly calm. Some lights were flickering in the stone windows. The day of an outburst will come soon. Ripped out of my thoughts, I gasped when a knock on my door hit my ears. The lock was opened, and the low voiced man opened the door. "It's time." I gave the castle one last look and walked to the tall heavily build man. Going out of my room was the worst thing of my strange life. I became dizzy and sick when I walked on the field of dead bodies. I held a hand to the cold bloody wall not to fall down. The man who called himself Vincent gently took my hand. "It's okay. I'm with you." He lead me with my slow steps to a small auditorium. Everyone was sitting already. Women were shouting, other were silently staring, or busy with doing everything. I got my place in the middle of it. In the middle of the bodies. How could a person eat this way? I almost vomited. I closed my eyes, trying to get myself together. When I opened them my neighbour whispered in my ear grabbing my underarm. "You're the chosen one." Wildly the known woman Julia threw my arm high above my head. Pointing at the same time at me, she shouted through the crowded auditorium: "She's the one!! She needs lots and lots of food!!!" I pulled my arm back into my leap to look at my empty plate. One of such people as Vincent came sitting at the other side of the table. She gently comforted me. Julia was taken away, she had to eat somewhere else. "How are you?" Anne's caring eyes looked straight at me. I glanced down. "It's making me sick." "Phoebe, the woman you met yesterday, will be here soon. She wants to talk to you some more." My breakfast came on my plate. A cheese sandwich. With lots of struggle I got it down my throat, while Anne kep her eyes on me. A tap on my shoulder made me jump a little. Wildly looking back, Phoebe was standing behind me. At least she was loyal. I had to get back to my room. Vincent was already standing along the side of Phoebe. Shuffling with my socks on the floor, I went back to the hallway. Again I grabbed the wall breathing loudly. "Are you okay?" Phoebe asked concernly. I stared at the bodies, and vomited on an unknown dead man. Slowly I kept on walking while other people quickly came walking, cleaning or following me, trying to see what I'm thinking. As soon as I had finally reached my room, I went to my safe place in the corner. Phoebe filled a glass with water as Vincent closed the door.