<strong><span class="bbc_u">[/<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Melly-Unkown </span>u]</span></strong><br/><br/>She was in a sort of haze, laying there, swimming in a puddle of her own blood. She had thouggt vaguely to herself that she was bleeding quite a lot. But it didn't seem important enough to get up and do something about it. Her vision was growing blurred and dark. This too had bothered her, she was already dead, could she die again? This, she thought, would be pretty amazing, even though she would be gone for good. A weak smile played across her lips, and her eye lids fluttered as they struggled to remain open. A voice, male, penetrated the thick clouds in her head. She perked up a bit, and searched for her voice, which seemed to have left her.<br/><br/>"Arman?" She spoke in a harsh whisper, unable to turn and face the door. "I'm here, please, come in." She was elated, her master had come to her. She would be fine, he knew just what to do. When the voice spoke again, she frowned, this time it didnt sound like him. She had heard the voice before, but couldn't think of who it belonged too. Realizing she had been hallucinating his voice disappointed her greatly. Still, she thought, whoever this is may help her, or get Help.<br/><br/>"Come in." She called weakly.