Hey! So I know I haven't really written any fluff lately, so I figured I would start this. This is a spin-off of my other story Loving Natara Williams, but this will have a completly different storyline. The only similarity is that Mal (last time it was Natara) is shot in the head; and can't remember anything. Please review and let me know what you think?
The first thing I'm aware of as I drift out of sleep is a dull pain in the back of my head; closer to the right I think. The next is the warmth of blankets over me; and I'm subtly aware that my mind is telling me it's time to wake up. I try to crawl back in my own mind and drift into sleep again; and I almost manage to before loud crash startles me. My eyes snap open, and I try and sit up before I realize my body seems too heavy to do so. At least, that's what my mind is saying. Every part of me aches; a dull pain that seems to start in my very bones. My heart pounds in fear; but not from the crash. As I look around I can see the somewhat blurred features of the room; green walls and beige carpet. A small chair is to my left, but that's all I can see, because my head is angled that way and I can't seem to will myself to move it. In the corner of my eye I can see movement; someone crouching to the floor. I don't move, both from fear and lack of ability, and hope that the figure will go away. But they don't, they get up and come to me; holing what looks like a broken pictureframe in their hand.
"Oh good, you're awake". A female voice says. Her voice is echoey and distant; her face a blur. I blink several times, trying to get my eyes to focus, and manage to do so after a few tries.
She's quite pretty; beautiful really. Her skin is a pleasant olive tone, her eyes almond-shaped and colored a nice hazel color. Her long hair is the color of coffee; and it hangs around her face like a gossamer curtain. She smiles at me; and despite myself I feel obligated to smile also. But I can't; it's like I've forgotten how.
"Mal? You still with me?". Mal. What a strange name; surely it's not my own…is it? She was looking at me when she said it, so it must be. But I think I would remember having a name like that. Or rather, I should remember having a name like that. Or even any name; but I don't. I probably wouldn't even recognize myself in a mirror.
"Mal?" she says again; her smile faltering. She places the broken picture frame on the table by the bed I'm lying in, sitting in the chair I was staring at only moments ago.
"It's okay" she says reassuringly. Strangely enough; I believe her. I don't even know her, but something about her tells me she can be trusted. "It's me; Natara. I know you don't remember; but try to next time. Alright? Try it, for me, okay?".
Yes, I will. I will try; for her. I really will. But what does she mean by 'Next time'?
"It'll be alright, don't be scared" she says reassuringly.
Scared? Why would I scared? I want to ask her, or rather say anything to her, but it's like my mouth has forgotten how to form words. My tongue is like a slab of meat in my mouth, and I know I must look stupid, lying here as I gape at her like an idiot.
"It'll be alright" she says one more time. Darkness makes it's way into my vision. Is it my imagination; or does she sound disbelieving this time? I can see now she looks rather tired, there are bags under her eyes. I open my mouth to try and speak again, hoping this time I can actually find words, but before I can even make a sound the darkness swallows me; and suddenly I feel like the woman has left.
Please let me know what you think so far?