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"Kill..." the low whispering voice trailed off into my head. I don't think the strange voice came from anyone in the room. Suddenly a cold shiver ran down my back making me scream and cry. I want to be alone, somwhere dark, somewhere safe. My eyes open to see a woman cradling me in her arms. She is very warm with tears mixed with blood staining her, once beautiful, face. She smeared some of the blood onto my puffy cheeks.
"You're gonna be okay," she assured me. I don't know what she means, yet her words mean the world to me at this very moment: 4 minutes ago, I was born.