Alrighty my fellow Cause of Death lovers! I honestly didn't feel like waiting until you told me if you wanted this posted or not, so I decided to post it anyway. I hope you love it, because personally I feel it's one of my best. (No pressure.) Lollll(:
Again, I'm asking you guys to submit baby names. I don't know what story I'll be using a baby for yet, but give me your favorite boy and/or girl name, and I'll pick ONE and try to use it in a story! I am NOT playing favorites, either. I'm going to choose the name I like best that you suggest, not by who submitted the name. Thanks, I hope you like the story! :D
"Mal!"
He could hear her voice, as if at the end of a tunnel, calling to him. Calling desperately for him to do something for her that he couldn't.
"Mal, please! Please open your eyes! Please!"
And then everything went black.
"Mal? Are you awake? Mal?"
There was the voice again. Talking to him. Asking him questions he couldn't answer. Slowly he opened his eyes.
"Mal you're awake!" she cried, leaning over him.
He felt a tear land on his face, and it must've been hers because her cheeks immediately went a brilliant shade of red and stood up straighter.
"H-how are you feeling? Does your chest hurt?"
He just moans in response and shifts his eyes around the room. It was really white. Scary white almost, if you can imagine it.
"Mal? I know it probably hurts but..can you speak? They have to know what hurts most..," the woman says gently to you. She had the most beautiful green eyes and brown hair that fell perfectly around her gorgeous face.
"Mal?" you repeat slowly, testing your voice. "That's my name? Mal?"
"W-what's he talking about? He doesn't have…" she stares at your face, talking to someone you can't see. More tears begin to glisten in her eyes and she stands up straight and turns to face a man you hadn't noticed before.
"Please tell me I'm wrong," she begs the man.
"I'm terribly sorry, Ms. Williams," he says with sorrow showing on his face. "I'm so sorry. It seems Mr. Fallon has a severe case of amnesia."
And that's when the woman finally releases a sob and runs from the room, not leaving behind a trace.
"Amnesia?" Mal asks the man cautiously. "What's that?"
"Hello Mr. Fallon. My name is Dr. Haymitch (by request)," says the man. "And in response to your question, amnesia is memory loss. You don't remember anything from your past, do you?"
"No," Mal answers quietly. "That woman who was in here… did I know her?"
The doctor looks at you sadly and nods.
"You've been dating her for six months."