Lena woke with a start. " Just a dream, Just a dream," Lena kept telling herself. But she knew it wasn't. Her mother was really dead. It fact it had been 8 years sence her mother's death. Lena had that same dream every single night sense the night it happended. Even though she was sixteen now, the night still haunts her. She remembers her mother perfectly. From the dark color of her soft black hair, to her bright, gold eyes. Lena looked just like her mother did in every way. Just a younger versoin.
