"Since when have you been talking in your sleep, little one?", My mother stood next to my bed and opened her eyes in shock. "How, what, how do you mean? I have with him .." "Who are you with what? Leila, little one, you talked in your sleep." How could that be? I was outraged that it was apparently just one of my dreams. But it felt so real. Pain tore me from my thoughts, I had a terribly painful pull and squeeze on my shoulder. I quickly ran to my wall mirror across from my bed. What I then saw was even more incredible than my dream. A long scratch graced my shoulder. It was very deep and the blood had already solidified. When I touched him, my face twisted in pain. "Ow!" I called. This scream was a bit rash because my mother was promptly in my room. "Leila, what's going on?" "On my shoulder, there is a very deep and long scratch. Look ...", I pointed to my shoulder. "But little one, it's not there - you probably just have tense shoulders from sitting at school for so long." I beg your pardon? She doesn't see scratches, he can't be missed How can this be possible ? I was totally perplexed and confused. It was nothing more than a small touch. "Now hurry up. Breakfast doesn't wait long." My mother pulled me out of my thoughts. "W-w-as? Oh, the breakfast - yeah, of course. Nothing more important." "Not so bitchy Madame." I quickly threw my gray cardigan over my pink, frilly embroidered nightgown. When I came down, my father and little brother Wilson were already at the table. Wilson was playing with a small toy car that he received two days ago for his third birthday. He fell in love with the car straight away and never put it aside. I hurried to eat because I had something else to do. "Leila, where are you going?" Replied my father. "I'm going into the forest .." In response, I only got a brief, affirmative look and ran into my room. I quickly found my I-Pod, a charcoal pencil and a couple of drawing pads and set off on my way. This day in the forest should be different for me than I expected .. I looked for a nice place in the forest where enough sun came up. When I found the spot I sat down, turned on the iPod, let my imagination run free, drew and hummed to the music of Coldplay. I always felt safe and protected by the huge trees and ferns standing close together, but this time I felt different - observed. I couldn't keep my head clear because I was busy all the time turning around and looking around to see if there might be someone near me who had an eye on me. But I saw nothing. All of a sudden a heavy but gentle gust of wind blew me in the back, exactly at that moment my wound hurt again and I saw something that I would never have thought existed