Arabella's P.O.V I hear voices. Around me. But I only recognize one of them. There's a total of about five or six voices. I try and force my eyes open but they won't budge “Wake up,” A voice says, which I don't recognize. Turning around, I see a man without a face. “You're back.” I grin running to the man but every time I try to get close to him he moves further away from me. “You're still moving away from me, right?” I smirk. “Wake up, Arabella.” The man speaks. “Wake up from what? You keep telling me to wake up but I'm awake right now.” “Wake up. Your friends miss you.” He says. “I doubt Amelia cares whether or not I'm dead,” I mutter, looking down at my feet. “Wake up. Who do you think is holding your hand?”I feel a hand on my own but I don't see it. It does feel like a lady's hand though. Maybe it's hers. “Help me wake up.” I beg him, running towards him. “Just open your eyes.” He says in a duh tone. Never heard that tone from him.“But my eyes are already open.” I excl
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