VICTORIA'S POV
I closed my eyes, feeling the pressure as a buck load of images started appearing in my mind.
The images of women running around, the image of some weird faces holding a committee, about an old woman holding a newborn child, about a dark stormy night with thunderstorms, a woman screaming enraged as a white light was coming out of her, about a woman who was staked with a wooden dagger, about a man crying while looking up in the sky.
There was soo many images that I couldn't even focus on one of them. There were hundreds, no thousands of images.
Finally, the images stopped circling before I was pushed inside a hospital room, where I almost fell on top of a doctor who was running around.
I looked around the room as my eyes fell on a beautiful woman who was in her early twenties.
She looked strangely familiar.
I know that woman. She is my biological mother, as far as I remember from my previous dream? What was she doing here in the hospital?
