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Title: Underneath The Same Sky

Chapter 3         Blank Dreams

            Somewhere…Mary-Lynnette Carter lay bloodied and in aching bones, surrounded by towering trees, fierce and majestic almost scary. Owls hooted and the setting sun proved that it would be dark soon.

            She tried standing up and winced but was able to do so with wobbly feet. Her eyes widened as she stared at her bloodied hands, streak with dirt, tiny rocks and shards of broken glass glittering. She brushed them off slowly fearing they would cause even more damage.

            A black veil covered the sky and the stars shimmered against the dark. For once in her life, Mary-Lynnette couldn't appreciate the stars above her wholly as everything hurt and everything was starting to darken again.

            "God help me." Mary-Lynnette whispered as she took a step, the pain in her head increasing with fierce intensity.

***

She felt as though she was falling in a black abyss…falling…and falling. She heard a name being shouted but couldn't hear clearly. She started running on invisible ground and was going nowhere at the same time. She was then jolted awake.

"Hello!" A child's bright chirpy voice greeted her.

She blinked once then twice and coughed.

"Are you O-kay…?" The little girl asked slowly stressing the vowel.

"Kayla, don't bother our guest." The woman lightly scolded and gently guided the child away. "Are you alright dear?" the woman asked sitting beside the bed and feeling her forehead for fever.

She slowly nodded.

"I'm glad to hear that. My name's Arabella, and that was my daughter Kayla. What about you?"

"I'm…I'm…" She closed her eyes. Searching for a name yet finding none. Her brows knitted together in a frown. Arabella enclosed her hand on the poor girl murmuring. "Its alright."  

"I can't remember. I can't remember anything!" She whispered hoarsely her eyes widening.

Arabella nodded her head understandingly. "You must've hit your head, don't worry it just might be temporary amnesia. It'll come back to you." Arabella assured her.

"I hope so." She murmured.

"You don't have a name?" The child, Kayla cried out from the doorway. She was back to sucking her thumb after speaking.

She shook her head sorrowfully.

"Then what can we call you?" The child pouted.

"Kayla's right. What shall we call you? I can't keep calling you child and dear forever right?" Arabella spoke thoughtfully.

"Let's try giving you a name. Starting with A… Adella? Anna? Aria?… Bea? Beatrice?… Chantal?… Denise? Desiree? Edanna? Ellen… Grace? Hanna? Hellen… Isabel…" Arabella paced the floor. Several more names later…

"Marilyn sounds fine." She spoke in a tired voice.

"Then Marilyn it is." Arabella spoke cheerfully; her voice once again became concerned. "Looks like we tired you out, maybe you need to rest."

"I'm just frustrated that I can't remember a damn thing." She whispered tears on her voice.

Arabella gave her head a pat. "There, there you can stay here for awhile till you remember. We have an extra room."

Marilyn nodded with a soft smile of gratitude.

***

Dream She blinked and gave a waning smile to the surrounding scenery that she always visited in her dreams. It has become familiar and thus less alarming. She knew that this was part of her memory; something special happened here that her unconscious mind couldn't forget. Different kinds of trees surrounded her; there was something comforting about it that at least she remembered this place even vaguely. And of course HE was always present. Sometimes she can feel him smile at her, can feel him call out to her. She can even feel his pain, yet she can never see his face or she does but forgets about it the next day only to remember it for the next night.

Right now it was the same as before… She was steps away from him.

"Come back to me, love." He whispered, and Marilyn could see him again. His hair was ash blond, he had clean-cut features and the strangest eyes. Eyes that change color…how peculiar! He reminded her of a cat!

"So do I know you?" Marilyn asked breathing heavily.

The guy gave her a sad smile.

"Why is it that I can stand not knowing my name but can't stand not knowing yours?" She asked angrily, frustration weeping out her voice.

"Maybe you do know. You just forgot…" The guy spoke cocking his head and reaching out a hand to her.

Marilyn took a step back wearily.

"You don't trust me?" He asked softly though hurt flickered in those ever changing eyes.

She stood there rigid with a reckless thought. "This is all a dream anyway." But as soon as she grabbed for his hand, he disappeared. Dematerializing right in front of her turning to dust. Marilyn cursed.

***

She woke up in cold sweat, her hands clenched tightly. He was in her dreams again. Marilyn closed her eyes and tried to remember. "Color-changing eyes." She thought deflated.

The bright sunlight crept through the spaces of the blinds. She had been staying still for about a week at the guest room that Arabella kindly offered.

Marilyn gave a sigh. "Another more night to remember." She was cooking breakfast for them, a small token in showing her gratitude. She walked into the kitchen, heart heavy with disappointment.

"Now all I have to do is look for someone that can change the color of his eyes." She thought hopelessly while frying some eggs. Marilyn stared at the blue sky outside her window.

"Who the hell are you?"

A/n: Updated! ^_^. As much as I hate changing names, it looks like it was needed for it to work. So Mary-Lynnette is Marilyn for now ok? Since it starts as Mar, she can be called Mare still. Don't forget to review! Wrote the next chapter out already but I want to write a chap ahead before updating. Again reviews are greatly appreciated.