My consciousness was drifting back and forth like a boat caught in a raging storm. I couldn't see anything except darkness, making me wonder if I was dead… or perhaps dying.
I was stabbed. Blood—there was so much blood. The red liquid flowing out of my flesh turned the white tile into a river of crimson. It was all I could remember.
I could hear voices. One of them sent shivers down my spine. It was delicate, filled with a deep warmth that I recognized instantly. “Please come back to us…” said the voice, and it reminded me of my mother.
I hadn't heard her voice for a very long time, but I knew in my heart it was her. How could I ever forget the voice of the woman who gave birth to me? The woman who used to sing me lullabies?
The other voices that sounded distant at first began to perme
