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"Somebody, help, please, anybody!" he heard someone across from him say. He was suddenly awake. What was happening? Who is there? What...? he began to panic slowly, where am I? He remembered that there was a girl, the same one, covered in blood, across from him, and he remembered he didn't know where he was. He looked back towards her slowly, careful that no movement in the head would hurt him.

"Who - who are you?" she asked him. He was suddenly asking the same thing to himself. Who was he? Mello didn't remember a thing. He tried to talk, his voice was raspy, but he still managed to speak. He closed his eyes and tried to remember his name. Who am I, who am I? A flash of memory came to him,
"Mello Khe-el, right?" the teacher said. Little five year old Mello, still in kindergarten raised his hand, calling "Here! Mrs. Skye, it's like Kheel,"
"Okay Mello, I'll keep that in mind next time," and the teacher smiled at Mello with care.

"People... introduce themselves... before asking... for a... name..." Mello rasped with difficulty, happy that he remembered his name, that, was one of his favorite phrases. He almost laughed in spite of everything happening, he remembered what he liked. The figure across from him was obviously a girl, her long, shiny, hair gave it away.