Prologue

"Kallea..."

I can feel the blood gushing out on my mouth. I felt terrible. My hand unconsciously land on my stomach and felt a hollow in it.

"You'd be okay. Trust me."

I coughed once more. A lot of blood came out from my mouth and the doctors panicked.

"Prepare the Operating Room." I heard him.

His voice was familiar to me but I can't seem to remember his name. My mind is blank and I couldn't think of anything aside from the injury that I have.

Strange. Is this what they feel when dying? My memories were shown to me like a film in a strips. It flashed for a couple of seconds before I began losing all the touch and physical sensations.

Is this what they call final stage?

My body was numb but my mind is awake. I could feel all the scalpels and everything. The disinfectants filled my nostrils. I heard something in my head. Like a clock. A time bomb. Is my time over?

"She's losing it!"

"Doctor we need more blood!"

"Are you serious? She might die!"

"Are you crazy? She can have intoxication with that!"

"No! I'll take full responsibility."

I couldn't understand the conversation that I've heard. Voices were familiar but I couldn't understand why I can't name them. It's in the tip of my tongue and yet I couldn't a utter a single name.

Just when I thought everything was about to end, I forcefully opened my eyes and everything was in red. I blinked multiple times until my eyesight was back in normal. What was that?

I was in a spacious room. There's a nurse who checks the IV fluid. She saw me and her eyes widened. Her body began to shake. I sense fear. I can smell the eery fear that she has for me.

I cleared my throat and tried to utter a word. It sounded hoarse.

I asked for water but it felt weird in my throat. I can't help but cough it out. I stared at the glass of water then at the nurse.

The water tastes different. It was terrible. It tasted like a slimey sour liquid.

My neck began to itch. I want to drink. I want something.

I am thirsty.

I want blood.