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Post by mala1152 on Apr 7, 2010 7:42:40 GMT -5
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, im so excited for this post!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! read read read and reply reply reply! (please)
Chapter 20
Our conversation started a little slowly as we strolled around the streets. The setting was so much different than our beach or on the rooftops that I had grown so accustomed to when talking to Damian. Yet, even with the scenery so much different from what we were used to, we found so much to talk about. It was during one of our silences that I regrettably brought up the subject that was always difficult to discuss. “So where’re you going after you leave tomorrow?” “Pittsburgh, then Florida,” he said. I sighed. “And you don’t know when you’ll be coming back?” I was almost positive I had a desperate look on my face, so I was grateful when Damian did not look at me. He set his jaw and shook his head no. “This sucks,” I said. “I know,” Damian replied. “But what else can we do?” “We could split up,” I said, and my eyes widened. What had I just said?! I did not want to break up! “But I don’t want to do that,” Damian said. “Me neither,” I admitted. I shrugged my shoulders and leaned into his side. He cast his arm over my shoulders, and I closed my eyes and enjoyed the pleasantness of the gesture. We had just passed an old mom ‘n pop sort of pizza place and were coming upon a large intersection. We turned the corner instead of crossing the street. The sidewalk was horribly uneven, and I stumbled over a few sidewalk cracks. It was silent once again between us. “So where does this leave us?” asked Damian, breaking the silence. “I honestly don’t know!” I exclaimed. “The same, crappy place as before?” “I guess so,” said Damian. He hesitated, before adding, “It was rough.” “Tell me about it,” I said emphatically. “I couldn’t even concentrate on school after you left. The only thing that was in my head for the past two months was you!” “I’m sure Mack got sick of that pretty soon,” said Damian, with a great attempt at a smile. “You have no idea.” “Oh, but I do,” he said. “You have no clue how many times I screwed up some choreography these past few weeks, ‘cause all I was thinking of was the Montclair concert! I really missed you.” “I missed you, too,” I replied. “And I’m gonna miss you even more when I have to leave tomorrow. Hah,” I laughed humorlessly. “This time, I’m leaving you for a change.” “I would call that a refreshing change of pace, but it’s really not,” Damian said. “No kidding.” The silence came and overtook us once again, only this time, we slowly leaned toward each other, and we slowly kissed each other. Again, it was not exactly the same, romantic setting we had over the summer and a couple months previously, but it was nice nonetheless. Damian’s hand on my neck and mine on his shoulders, standing on the sidewalk, eyes closed; I was happy, for the moment … “Hey, guys!” said a loud voice to my right, and I felt a hand placed on my shoulder. I jumped, and Damian and I shot apart as if we had been electrocuted. I looked to my right to see who had startled and interrupted us; of course, it was Keith. Mack and Ryan were standing a little behind him, as if they were catching up to him. I adjusted myself to stand next to Damian, facing the other three. My face was burning with anger and embarrassment. “Keith!” grumbled Damian, but I put my arm around his waist as he started to move forward. He sounded mad; I was also kind of ticked off at him for ruining our moment. I glared at Mack, but her face was pleading and innocent. I decided to interrogate her about this later, to see if she had anything to do with it. I simmered down a bit, and my embarrassment boiled to the surface. I could practically see my face glowing a bright red. I assumed Damian’s was too, because both Keith and Ryan burst out laughing. “C’mon, guys, what the heck? D’you mind?” asked Damian sourly. “Oh, come on, have a sense of humor! That was funny,” said Ryan. Keith was still laughing, and Mack was chuckling quietly to herself. I figured she did not want me to see. “Funny?!” I shrieked, outraged. “Oh, come on, Abby,” Mack urged. I snorted, and I heard Damian grunt next to me. Our arms still around each other’s waists, we turned and began to walk back in the direction of the hotel without a word. We would probably laugh about this later; but it was not later! Once we got back to the hotel, we all just settled down and kept the discussion light. It was a little while until Damian felt like contributing to the conversation, but he eventually simmered down a bit. The guys came in and out of the lobby as they pleased, but Damian always stayed by my side. At one point, when Damian was talking to Paul and Mack, Ryan, who was sitting in a comfy chair next to me, leaned forward and said, “Sorry for earlier this afternoon; it was just supposed to be a practical joke on Damian.” “Don’t worry about it,” I said politely. It was nice of him to apologize. “He really likes you, ya know,” Ryan said, low enough so that Damian, who was sitting with his arm around me, would not hear. “Yeah, I know,” I told Ryan, and I affectionately looked up at Damian. He finally got the memo that we were talking about him, and he suspiciously asked, “What?” “Oh, nothin’,” Ryan and I said with a laugh. Damian’s gaze lingered on us for a second, but then he resumed his conversation with Paul and Mack. Soon, much too soon, it was time to leave. We had a nice, quick dinner before Mack and I saw that it was time to hit the road. My mom said she wanted me home by ten, and it was quarter to nine by the time we finished eating. I figured that, with traffic, we would be home right on time. The four guys gave Mack and me a quick “C’ya tomorrow,” and left, and Damian gave Mack a quick little hug. She left the lobby to give us a few moments alone. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” I said. “Yeah,” said Damian. “I can’t wait ‘til then.” “Me neither.” I gave him a quick kiss on the lips. “Get some rest; you have a show tomorrow!” “Yes, ma’am,” said Damian sarcastically. I laughed once, then gave him a quick hug. “Sleep tight,” I joked. I pulled back, and we walked out of the lobby together. He stood by the front doors as he watched me climb in my car, Mack already sitting shotgun. I gave him a quick wink, then drove out of the parking lot. When I last checked my rearview mirror, he was still standing in front of the lobby doors, watching me drive away. It hurt to leave him, but the hurt was soon masked by my excitement for tomorrow. My first Celtic Thunder concert! It was so exciting. Mack stayed awake this time, and we started talking about our day. It turns out that she was not involved in the little joke that Keith played on Damian and me this afternoon; it was all Keith. However, she did not deny that it was funny. We had just gotten on the freeway less ten minutes away from the hotel. I took my phone out of my pocket and placed it in its usual spot, in the cupholder. Mack turned up the volume on the radio, and she started jamming to whatever song was playing. I was paying attention to the road, for I always became a little nervous while driving at night. I pulled into the left lane, and my mind was on little else except for the driving. Little thoughts of the concert tomorrow popped into my head every so often, and my heart would start pounding just at the thought. It would be exhilarating, hearing them live … after hearing them perform live two months ago at the PBS station, I was psyched to hear them again. I had just pushed the thought of the concert out of my head when it happened. Suddenly, a black SUV came out of nowhere on my right. It looked close, much too close. I put both hands on the wheel, and then it happened. I couldn’t see where I was; I could not tell up from down. Everything I could see was a blur. I heard the crash of metal, I heard Mack’s scream, and the blaring of a horn. There was a sudden sharp pain somewhere on my body, but I did not have enough of my senses surrounding me to know where it was. For a moment in time, everything was hectic, bright, and spinning. Then, the last thing I knew, everything went dark.
aaaaaaaaahhhh!!!!!!! the climax, finally!!!! i LOVED writing this part, my heart was racing, and my hands were shaking... i personally loved this part of hte story, but i wanna hear what YOU think...reply reply reply!
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Post by mala1152 on Apr 8, 2010 7:23:30 GMT -5
well, for the sakes of ur sanity, heres the next chapter!
Chapter 21
Even from behind my eyelids, I saw the bright light. It was yellow. I had my sense of hearing about me, but I could not focus on or make out any individual words. My sense of motion was slowly coming back; I was moving forward, but I had no idea where. Feeling came back slowly into my body, but I wish it had not; everything on me hurt. I had no idea what had happened. I tried to inhale through my nose, but there was some device there; it smelled funny when I breathed, so I tried to open my mouth. I could not. I could not yet move any part of my aching body, so I endured the funny smell. Then my mind was blank. It was as if everything had been erased from the minutes before; I had the sensation of having a revelation pop into my head. I again went through all the feelings I had just a few moments ago: hearing sounds, smelling the device in my nose, seeing the bright light behind my closed eyes. I felt a pressure on my arm, and then everything again went dark.
I woke up again, still not opening my eyes, or able to move yet. That would come shortly, I told myself. The first thought in my head was confusion. Where was I? What had happened? I pondered that question, until I forgot it a few minutes later. It took great effort to recall the memory of the question. My sense of hearing became keen again; I could hear some female voices speaking, all unfamiliar. There were a few male voices in the mix as well, but I could not make any connections with any of them. To my right, a young female voice cried out, but, again, I could not focus on her words. It would come soon enough. Eventually, I was able to understand words again. The male and female voices must have been doctors and nurses; their words sounded medical. At last, I was able to open my eyes. As soon as I did, I found that I could move the rest of me as well, and it was a good thing. The bright light I saw when I opened my eyes was enough to cause me pain. The agony shot through my eyes, straight up to my forehead, which was where my right hand flew in a millisecond. I felt an odd sensation in my right arm, though; something tugged it the other way. I adjusted my eyes to the light, and turned to see that there was a tube running from the crease of my right elbow to some contraption on the small table next to me. A loud shriek from my right, from some young female voice, also hurt my head. The female voice sounded so familiar … I know! I had heard it only minutes ago. I turned my head to the sound of the shriek, and I saw a tall, spunky-looking, redheaded teenage girl sitting to the right of my hospital bed. Hospital bed? Why was I in the hospital? Maybe it was my headache. The pain in my head was bewildering. The girl obviously saw me wince at her loud cry, so she spoke softly to me this time. “Abby? Are you okay?” Abby? Who was Abby? I looked around me, to see if she was talking to anybody else, but there was nobody else in the room. All the other voices were outside the door. Another quick glance at the girl, and I saw she was pretty bruised up. She had her arm in a sling and a few bruises on her neck that were visible because of the hospital gown she was wearing. Did I know her? Was I supposed to know her? “Abby?” The girl sounded confused. Almost as confused as I felt. “Abby?” she said again. I spoke for the first time. “Who?” “You!” she cried a little louder this time; my ears rang, and my head swam. I felt a little nauseas. “Sorry,” she whispered gently. “What’s going on?” I asked. “Wha-” she started to say, but she was interrupted by the opening door. A man, a woman, and a teenage boy walked in behind two females dressed in white clothing. The two women must be doctors. “God, Abby!” cried the one woman who was not a doctor. Her voice was the loudest so far that it caught me off guard. I jumped, and I heard a little beeping machine next to me pick up the pace of its beeping. The beeping was annoying. However, the woman’s loud voice caused me the greatest pain to my head so far; the nausea was even worse than before. “Is she going to be okay?” asked the young boy who had walked in with the loud woman. With one glance at him, I was surprised the beeping machine did not beep faster, for my heart must have skipped a beat. He was gorgeous, with bright blue eyes that stared right at me and seemed so deep that they never seemed to end. The boy, the girl sitting next to me, the loud woman, and the other man in the room all looked distraught at the sight of me. Who were they? The two women dressed in white looked concerned, but not baffled like the others in the room. Why was everybody staring at me? “What’s wrong with her?” said the girl next to me. “She looks so lost!” The taller woman who was wearing white started to speak, but I cut her off. “Excuse me,” I said. “But who are all of you?”
duh-duh-duh! im very excited for the rest of the story! coming up i experimented with switching the characters' points of view...but thats not for a little bit...so respond respond respond please!
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Post by mala1152 on Apr 9, 2010 15:19:41 GMT -5
ok, so i was debating about adding more today, but since i wont be able to update until monday at the earliest, i figured i wouldnt keep ya in suspense!
Chapter 22
“What?” cried the man in the room. “What do you mean?” asked the non-doctor woman. “‘Who are we?’” asked the girl by my bedside. “You mean, you don’t know?” said the boy. They all looked outraged. “You see,” began the tall doctor, “Sometimes, with head injuries, memory loss is very common.” Memory loss? Well, that would explain my total lack of short-term memory. Actually, it would also explain how I had no idea who I was or who these absolute strangers surrounding me were. “Memory loss?” cried the loud woman. “You mean-she doesn’t-she has no idea-” “I have no idea who you guys are!” I said loudly, and it hurt my head. The girl by my bedside widened her eyes, and the boy leaned away. Everybody except the doctors looked shocked. “Now, we just have a few questions for you, Abby,” said the shorter doctor. “Who is Abby?” I asked, annoyed. “You mean, you don’t even know who you are?” asked the same, short doctor. “No!” I cried enthusiastically. “And you don’t recall the accident?” “Accident?” I asked. I looked at the redheaded girl with her arm in a sling. “We were in an accident?” “Yeah,” said the girl warily. “We were driving, and then-” “Sorry,” cut off the tall doctor. “We’ll have to have Abby answer, to see how much she remembers.” “But I don’t remember anything!” I said again. “You mean, you don’t even know who we are?” asked the man. I shook my head – bad idea. It felt as if everything inside my head crashed against my skull, and my head throbbed. “Really?” asked the woman. “Yes!” I cried. “I don’t know who you people are, then you come in here and say that I’ve been in an accident, but I don’t even know what you’re talking about, and now you just-” I cut off, because I was waving my right arm around. It felt like all my bones in my right arm were weak. The little tube stuck in it was tugging my arm as I was moving it, and I tried to tug the little tube right out in annoyance. “No, don’t do that!” said the short doctor, but the tall doctor just opened the door and a male nurse came in the room. He began fiddling with the little tube with something small in his hand. “No, stop, just let me get out-” and the tall doctor just grabbed my left hand that was trying to pull out the tube. The beeping machine was beeping out of control, and words came tumbling out of my mouth. A few seconds later, I felt drowsiness come over me, and once again, everything went dark.
When I awoke again, there were only two other people in the room with me: the good-looking boy and the redheaded girl. They were both talking in hushed tones when I opened my eyes. They turned in my direction with concerned looks upon their faces. “Abby?” asked the girl tentatively. “I’m assuming that’s me?” I said, and my words slurred a little. “Yes,” he said gently. “Well, if I’m Abby, then who are you?” I demanded, my words clear now. “And why can’t I remember anything?” The girl and boy looked at each other hesitantly, then the girl spoke. “I’m Mackenzie O’Reilley. You always call me Mack. Remember?” “No.” “Well, that’s fine. It’ll take time.” She looked at the boy, then said, “And this is-” “I’m Damian. Damian McGinty?” said the boy. I noted the accent in his voice; it was very attractive. So was he … however, both he and his voice were unfamiliar. “And you are …?” I was looking for a relationship that he had with Abby – I mean, with me. It may be easier to remember that way. “He’s your boyfriend,” the girl named Mack said. Really?! Lucky me! I looked at Damian, studying his features, trying to recall something, anything … but nothing came. I was getting more and more frustrated by the second. Staring at Damian and not remembering anything felt wrong. Like I had committed some felony. Damian looked very upset. I suppose he had good reason … “So, Mack,” I pointed at Mack, “And Damian,” and I pointed to Damian. Hopefully, I would remember this, at least. But now I wanted answers. “Start at the beginning.”
i know its kind of an abrupt way to end a post, but its a long chapter, and i needed to find a good stopping point...! be expecting some more on monday, maybe tuesday...
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Post by mala1152 on Apr 13, 2010 17:59:12 GMT -5
alrighty, itll probably be the last post for a couple days, i have a softball game every day this week...but enough about that! heres the next part:
“Start at the beginning,” I commanded, not to either of them in particular. “Remind me of everything that happened before – well, before all of this.” I gestured to my head and the hospital room around us. Mack took a deep breath. “Well,” she began. She looked uncomfortable, and fidgeted a lot. “You and I were driving from Beachwood, New Jersey, where we live, to Montclair. We were going to see a concert.” “My concert,” Damian cut in. He sounded impatient. “I’m part of a group. Celtic Thunder?” He glanced hopefully into my eyes, all to no avail; none of this rang a bell. “Anyway,” continued Damian, “We met up at the hotel where I was staying, in Montclair. The concert isn’t ‘til tomorrow, but you drove here to spend the say with me and the other four guys in the group.” There was just one part I was confused about so far … “Where are you from?” I asked. “Ireland.” Huh? This was getting more confusing as I learned more! “Then how did we …?” I trailed off. “I stayed in Beachwood last summer for some promotional stuff for Celtic Thunder, and that’s how we met,” Damian replied. He looked very uneasy. I felt terribly guilty for causing everyone so much distress, but, hey, I had my own problems! “Last summer?” I asked. “What-when is it now?” Mack answered, “It’s October 17, a Saturday in 2009.” Glancing at a clock, she added, “Actually, it’s the eighteenth now. It’s about midnight.” Silence. “So we were in an accident?” I asked Mack. “Yes,” she responded mechanically. “We had just spent the day with Damian and everyone in Montclair, and we were driving on the freeway back home.” A terrible thought came to me, and a felt a lump rise in my throat. “Was I driving?” I spoke past the lump. Both Mack and Damian nodded their heads. “Oh, my God,” I said, and the tears came. The crying only hurt my head more, but I didn’t care. Crying felt unnatural, like I had not done it recently. “What’s wrong?” asked Damian, alarmed, and approaching the bed for the first time. He put his hand on mine, but I yanked mine away. Damian looked hurt for a second, but I could not see any longer, for my tears blurred everything. “This is all my fault,” I croaked. “I crashed the car, and now she’s hurt,” I gestured toward Mack, “And I can’t remember anything, so everybody’s fussing, and I’m freaking out about it, but it’s all my fault, and th-” My hysterics were cut short when Damian gently, but quickly, grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me into a warm hug. I cried into his shirt, and he just held me. It felt somewhat strange, because he was a stranger to me now, but at the same time, it felt right. The beeping machine sped up, so I focused on slowing my heart rate so the nurse would not put me back to sleep. Staggering deep breaths brought my crying to a slow. I unwillingly pulled away from Damian’s chest. “Better?” he asked cautiously. “A little,” I admitted. I took a deep breath, then kept firing questions. “Were those people in here before my parents?” “Yes,” Mack said. “They’re talking to the doctors right now.” She looked uneasily toward the door. It became quiet for a minute before I asked Mack, “Are you okay?” She forced a smile, then said, “No biggie. Just a separated shoulder and a couple bumps and bruises. I’ll live.” “Did I get knocked out? Did you?” “You did,” she replied. “I didn’t. I don’t know what happened; just a big black SUV came outta nowhere and slammed us on the side. Then you spun out and we hit the wall. Some windows shattered, and the car is really torn up. Somewhere in there you hit your head, ‘cause when I looked at you after it – it stopped, you were out cold.” She swallowed. “With a cut on your temple.” I reached up and felt the gash. There was some bandaging on my head. “Somehow, your phone fell from the cupholder right onto my lap. I called 911 right away, then your parents, and then Damian. The ambulance was there in ten minutes, and now here we are,” finished Mack. I was stunned. This was something you read about, or was in a movie. It was all just too weird. Mack winced, and Damian got up off the bed to help her stand. “I think it’s time for some more pain meds,” she forced out. Mack drew the curtain behind her, and sat on the bed on the other side, Damian holding her arm for support as she went. I heard the clatter of a pill bottle, and a grunt of pain. I sat up too quickly and saw stars. I felt the color drain from my face as I sank back down onto my pillows. “I’m fine, I’m fine,” I insisted as Damian fluttered over to me. The black spots clouding my vision disappeared, and I really was fine. Damian reached and brushed some hair off my face. It was a sweet gesture. “Damian, you’d probably better be getting back,” said Mack faintly from her bed. She sounded as if she was almost asleep. “You do still have a show later.” He opened his mouth to protest and looked meaningfully at me, but I told him, “Go, it’s fine.” He looked defeated. And exhausted, I also noticed. “I’ll come back before-” he spared a glance toward Mack, but I could not see why. “I’ll come back in a little while.” “Okay,” I said sheepishly. It sounded like he wanted to say something different, as if he changed his mind. I let it go. There was so much to think about. With a last look at me, Damian slipped out the door and closed it softly. “Mack?” I whispered, but no reply came from the other side of the curtain. I closed my eyes, and let the dark loneliness consume me, to pull me deep into sleep once more.
ill update soon, if u guys all reply!!!
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Post by mala1152 on Apr 15, 2010 15:12:27 GMT -5
i know, sorry about the cliffhangers, i dont much like them either but ill save you all some despair and update! let me know what you think of it...i changed it up a bit...youll see...Chapter 23 Mack I definitely didn’t see that one coming. Abby and I have been friends for our entire lives, and she just can’t remember me? What the heck is that? I don’t blamer her, of course, not for any of this. It’s not her fault that the idiot in the SUV can’t drive. Suddenly, I recall the point of impact, the very sound and feel of the SUV hitting us. There was the smallest second of space, of understanding, that I knew what was happening. The horror washed over me as if it was happening all over again. I winced as I replayed the sound of the crushing metal, the scared but determined look on Abby’s face as the horror and realization rushed over her. Ouch. I rubber my aching shoulder. Wincing hurt. I’ve never seen or heard Damian so upset in my life. When he arrived at the emergency room, he looked around in a frenzy until he found me. When he did, it still was not pleasant. “Mack!” he called to me. I had just been checkout out and OK’d by the nurse when he came rushing in. “What happened?” I explained the whole story, watching Damian’s face turn shades paler. I was sure my face mirrored his. I had not said much on the phone, and now I realize that that was a mistake. I probably had left him in a fit of anxiety and fear. I finished my story, and not two minutes later, some nurses rolled Abby in the same room as me. Damian fled to her bedside as soon as the nurses left the room. I tried to stand and walk over there. The pain medicine I was on made me a little woozy, and I stumbled a few steps. Damian politely helped me into a chair next to Abby. What a gentleman, I found myself thinking, amidst other, more pressing things. Looking at Abby, asleep and unnatural, my mind went into overdrive. I imagined the worst. Among all my thoughts, however, memory loss was not one that I assumed as a possibility. Then she woke up. It hurt, looking at Abby, and seeing that fear and unfamiliarity reflected upon her face. She was my best friend in the whole world, and she had not idea who I was. Heck, she had no idea who she was! I fell asleep that night thinking of Abby, willing her to recover her memory. Damian It was probably one of the scariest phone calls I’d ever received. After Mack had called me, and the only explanation I got was, “Abby and I are in a car accident; it’s pretty bad. The ambulance is almost here. Meet us at the nearest hospital,” my heart almost stopped. My head stopped working for a minute, too, but I flew into action really fast. I threw on my coat, grabbed my phone and wallet, and almost sprinted down the hall toward the elevators. They took too long, so I hurried for the stairs. Halfway down the hallway, the elevator dinged, and Keith was apparently on it. “Hey, Damo, where ya goin’?” he called. I ignored him. I passed Ryan on the stairs, and he also inquired about where I was going, and why I was going there at such a fast pace. I said that I’d tell him later. Paul saw me sprint through the lobby, and he also asked me the same question. “Later!” was my hasty response, and then I barely caught the next bus at the bus stop near the hotel. Once on the bus, I decided I had nothing better to do than wait, so I called Ryan to explain to him where I was. (He was probably the only one with his phone on him.) “What? Why? Is everything alright?” he asked when I told him, a little breathlessly, I was headed to the hospital. “Mack and Ma- Abby are in a car accident.” I almost called her Mala; the guys did not know about my name for her. “I’ve gotta go see her, and I'll probably be out late.” He sighed. “Alright, but you probably shouldn’t be out in the middle of the night, it’s dangerous.” “Yeah, yeah, I know,” I told him. I didn’t really care. “No, I mean because if Sharon knew, she’d kill you.” I laughed humorlessly once. “See you later,” Ryan said. “Yeah, maybe,” I replied, and then hung up. I forced the story out of Mack when I arrived at the hospital. When Mala woke up, it was awful. What was worse, she got too rowled up at not remembering anything that the stupid doctors put her to sleep! Like a dog. I thought back through the day, back to the pet store, and Charlie biting her nose. Both she and the dog were so cute. It was amazing how much could change in the course of a few hours. Just that afternoon, she would look at me affectionately, kiss me … and now, the look in her eyes was one that she gives a stranger. She pulled her hand away from mine. She just wasn’t my Mala. And when I left … it was hard. I had forgotten that she did not know I was leaving after the show. I almost told her when I said goodbye for the night, but I was grateful for a look from Mack to remind me not to bring it up. Otherwise, she might’ve had another fit. On the bus back to the hotel, I thought of Mala crying. It was a terrible memory to have, but it was implanted in my brain. It kept replaying in my head, and it was almost as though I could hear her and see her, crying, over and over and over … Back at the hotel, nobody was awake. I slipped in quietly, and I tossed and turned in attempt to fall asleep. Eventually, I dozed off, my last thoughts being not of the show today, exactly, but of the two empty seats in the front row. so...what do ya think of the switching POVs?!?! i know its a little different for me, but i wanna know what u think! im just experimenting. i doubt theres gonna be any of hte POVs in the sequel, just abbys....feedback!!! please!
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Post by mala1152 on Apr 22, 2010 15:33:30 GMT -5
im soooo sry for not updating in a while, this has been my first day off in over a week well, heres the next bitChapter 24 Abby It was late in the morning when I woke up. Ten, maybe. I wondered if I always slept this late. If not, it would be a good habit to get in to; resting made me feel slightly more refreshed than waking up yesterday. However, the sleep did not help my memory in the least. Mack, who was eating her breakfast, saw me stir. “Hey,” she said. “Hi, Mack,” I answered. “D’you … ya know … remember anything?” she asked cautiously. The way she looked at me when she said it, it looked like I was a bomb that was going to explode if she prodded it the wrong way. I sighed, “No, but I remembered your name. That’s gotta count for something, right?” “Yeah, I guess it does,” she said with a weak smile. I thought of the other person who was here last night. Damian. Right. Even though to me, I’d only known him for about twelve hours, I was eager to see him. I missed him; he has a sort of comforting presence that I craved. “Hey, Mack?” I asked. “Hm?” “Do you know when Damian’s coming back?” She stopped chewing. Her eyes scanned the room, then she swallowed. “Uh, no, not sure. Why?” “I dunno. I miss him, I guess.” It was easy to admit things to Mack, even though I had no recollection of our time as best friends. “Hm,” she said thoughtfully. “What?” I asked suspiciously. “Nothing. It’s just … you always said that about him. You talk about him all the time, and it’s always clear how much you miss him.” She shrugged. I was just about to reply when a doctor came in to check on me. He had me follow his finger up, down, right, left. The rolling of my eyes strained my forehead, which had pain shoot through it. He then shone a light in my eyes. I flinched and turned my head away, gasping. My heart was racing, as indicated by the fast beeps. “What? Did I – what hap – are you okay?” asked the doctor. My mother ran through the door, demanding to know what was going on. Mack hurried over as well. “What is it?” somebody asked. “I – I just … remembered something.” I was panicking. It seemed so real … I was driving on the freeway, back home. The little flashlight shone in my eyes suddenly became and lights on the car in front of me; they blurred when everything spun, when we were hit by the SUV. I heard Mack’s scream, whether of pain or terror, I did not know – And I remember thinking how far from home I was, that I was in Montclair for Damian – Then I was being tossed this way and that in the car, and then – Nothing. I was here, on this hospital bed, surrounded. M mother was here. Mack was here. Damian was not. My breath whooshed in and out, in and out. I glanced at Mack on my right, panting heavily. “What did you remember?” she urged. “Th – the crash,” I gasped. “Anything else?” the doctor encouraged. “No.” Some words were exchanged, and my mother and the doctor left the room in a rush. Mack, however, sat near my feet on the bed. “You screamed,” I said. It was more of a question than a statement, like I was checking to make sure I remembered correctly. “Yes,” she said solemnly. “That’s all you remember, the crash? Nothing before that?” “No,” I said, my breath even again. I was terrified. “Sh, it’s okay,” Mack soothed. She helped calm me down, but the person who I really wanted was not here. All I wanted was for Damian to come and hug me again like yesterday. If only he would come back … Mack Abs remembered something! It was good and bad, depending on how you thought about it. Good, because her memory was starting to work properly again. Bad, because it was a memory I myself wish I could forget. I knew exactly the moment she was talking about. It was that first second after you had that last moment of rational thought, of terror, the first moment of the accident … I saw all the panic in Abby’s eyes that she had when we had actually crashed. I totally understood. So I sat down, stroking her feet which were under her blanket, until she calmed down. Not much later, her mom came and resumed my soothing ways. Somehow, she coaxed Abby back to sleep. After the scare she just had, there was probably nothing better for her. With Abs’s mom still in the room, I called Damian from Abs’s cell phone. He answered after one ring. “Hello?” “Hey, Damian.” “Oh, it’s you. I thought …” “Yeah, I know what you thought. Don’t sound so thrilled to hear me,” I teased. “What’s goin’ on?” he asked at once. I lowered my voice. “She remembered something.” A gasp. “What? What did she remember?” “Just the crash,” I explained. “That’s all?” Damian sounded hopeful. I hated to let him down, especially when he cared so much for Abs. “Yeah, that’s all. But she was terrified. At first, she thought it was real, then she couldn’t breathe … but now she’s asleep. Poor kid, she’s had a rough day, and it’s only 10:30.” He let out and anxious sigh. “I’m coming to see her.” “No, Damian, wait! She’s asleep, and there’s nothing you can do right now. Just-” “Mack, I’m coming to see her before I leave,” he said, authority ringing in his accented voice. “Yes, I know that, but-” “Well, then what’s the problem?” he asked, his tone becoming sharp. “She was terrified at remembering something! Let her calm down a bit before you come. She’ll just flip out again when you tell her you’re leaving; let her recover first.” I had a point, he could not deny it. “Call me when she wakes up, then.” “Absolutely,” I told him. Click. sooo?! reply reply reply reply reply! ill update soon, i promise!!!
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Post by mala1152 on Apr 24, 2010 8:35:37 GMT -5
well, although it doesnt seem like it, we r nearing the end of 'remember!' NEARING, but not actually AT the end. im tearing up just thinking about it! but heres the next part...
Damian
The first thing I did when I woke up was check my phone. No missed called, but I saw that it was about nine in the morning. Hm. A little earlier than usual … I went downstairs to get a cup of coffee. I got a few concerned looks from the lads, but it was apparent that I did not want to talk about it. I slowly ate my breakfast, staring at my phone the whole time. I just knew Mack would call me when Mala woke up. I was thinking about her; was she thinking about me? Probably not. She had no idea who I was yesterday, so why would she be thinking of me like I was of her? Maybe she would be so forgetful and oblivious to the fact that my leaving her (again) would hurt us both. It was not until after ten that I got the call I had been expecting. I picked up as soon as my phone buzzed. “Hello?” I asked, hopeful that it was Mala. It was her phone number on the caller ID, after all. “Hey, Damian,” came Mack’s voice. My shoulders slouched; it was not the voice I wanted to hear! From the conversation, I discovered that Mala remembered something! I had to go see her. “No!” cried Mack, and I was furious. If I didn’t go now, I wouldn’t have time to see her later, there were sound checks and other preparations for the show tonight! But Mack had a point; I would wait until Mala woke up and was remotely okay before I saw her. I didn’t want to wait, but I would. So what now? There wasn’t a lot I felt like doing at the moment. Checking the clock, I made a rash decision. I grabbed my coat and walked out the door. If Mala wasn’t awake, fine. I’d wait there until she did wake up. It sucked that it would only be to say goodbye. What sucked more was that she still would probably have no idea how much the upcoming separation would hurt. I pondered that until I arrived at the hospital again. Mack did not looked pleased to see me. Mala’s parents barely noticed I was there; they were sitting intently by her bed. “What are you doing here?” spat Mack. “I’m just here for a bit, to say goodbye.” “What if she freaks out again? Or do you just not care?” I was taken aback. I would not be here if I didn’t care! “I wasn’t gonna leave without saying goodbye. I would’ve had to come eventually, and then she would’ve ‘freaked out’ eventually, so what difference does it really make?” I answered coldly. She glared at me for a minute, but eventually shifted her gaze elsewhere. I took that to mean she accepted my presence here, so I pulled up a chair to wait.
i know it was a really short post, but theres more to come! feedback feedback feedback! im pretty excited about the sequel, but lets finish this story first...
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Post by mala1152 on Apr 29, 2010 7:34:58 GMT -5
hey all, im updating in bio class right now... after this post, only 2 more updates til the story's over!!! *cries* Chapter 25 Abby I awoke from a restless sleep. It was not dreamless; I just could not remember the dreams I did have. My parents were sitting the left side of my bed. On my right, the curtain was drawn and I heard hushed voices. One voice was gorgeously deep and familiar. It must be Damian! I sat up quickly, wide awake now. My parents looked relieved to see me awake, and my mom was the first to speak. “Hey, honey, how are you feeling?” “Fine. What time is it?” I asked. “Um, it’s about eleven thirty. Why?” “No reason,” I said, shrugging and tossing my head nonchalantly to the side. Ouch. That hurt, too. The voices on the other side of the curtain stopped, and the curtain was drawn within seconds. Mack stood, one hand on the curtain, and Damian appeared to just have vacated a chair. They ambled expectantly next to me, on the opposite side my parents were on. “How ya feeling?” asked Mack. “Not bad,” I replied. “Honey, the doctors said that we can leave tomorrow morning, if everything goes well over the night,” said my mother softly. “Oh, that’s good,” I said to her. I wonder what ‘home’ would look like… Through this little exchange, Damian remained expressionless, like he was trying very hard not to think about something. My curiosity had gotten the better of me, for I caught myself staring at him intently, trying to catch a glimpse of emotion flickering across his stolid face. Mack must have gotten the hint, because she bent over and whispered something to my mom, who got my dad up out of his chair, and they both left the room. “I'll be back in a few,” Mack told me as she also walked out the door. She looked better, at least. “Hey,” I said conversationally. “Hi.” Damian sounded strained. “What’s wrong?” I asked, right to the point. He took a breath. “I’m leaving,” he said simply. “What?” It took me a second to process. “Leaving? Leaving where?” “New Jersey.” Damian’s face was pained, and I was positive that mine reflected his. “But – why?” I didn’t understand. Why did he have to leave me? Why? “Because I have to. Remember how I told you that you were here in Montclair to come see a concert of mine? Of Celtic Thunder’s?” I nodded, ignoring the pain in my head. “Well, we’re kinda on a tour, and today is my last day here. I leave for Pittsburgh tonight.” I swallowed. “That’s … unexpected.” I tried to keep my voice calm, and failed. “I’ll miss you,” I said, my voice cracking, tears springing to my eyes. Again, crying felt unnatural, like I was out of practice, so I shoved the tears back. “Oh, Mala, I’m sorry,” Damian said, sitting down and giving me another huge hug. I buried my head into his shoulder. The tears burned my eyes, but they did not drop down my face. I turned my head to the side so I could still talk to him. “Ha,” I laughed weakly. I sniffed once. “I can hardly remember anything, and the one thing that was actually familiar is leaving me now.” Now that I said the words, I realized that that was part of the reason for my tears. The other was because, well, I really would miss his presence, and not just because he was a comforting, familiar (and also gorgeous) face. “I don’t wanna leave,” Damian mumbled, still holding me in a tight embrace. “I know that,” I replied. It was quiet. “Will you at least be close?” I asked. “When will I be able to see you again?” At this, he sighed. “I’ll be in Pittsburgh ‘til the twenty-first, and after that I’m in Florida and Georgia for a while. The closest I’ll be is probably Pittsburgh, but that’s still a good five hour drive for you.” More shock hit me. I immediately pulled back from the embrace as soon as a thought hit me. When I spoke, my voice came out high, pained; my head hurt from scrunching my eyebrows together, making an agonized face. “When are we going to be together again?” I asked, holding both his hands. “I don’t know.” The tears again burned my eyes, but I kept them contained. I sighed. “Is it always like this?” I asked him. “Yeah, it is. Sucks, doesn’t it?” Damian responded. “No kidding.” It was silent again. I wanted to stretch out this one moment, to make it last forever. I didn’t want Damian to go! “I’ll have my cell phone on the whole night, so call me,” Damian said, and with a quick kiss on the cheek, he got up off my bed and walked towards the door. I assumed I had his number already programmed into my phone. Heck, I’ll bet that before the accident, I had it programmed into my memory. “Wait,” I said to him. He turned, but I did not see it; I had my eyes closed and head down in concentration. My head started to hurt more severely again, but there was no way I was gonna stop concentrating now. “What? What’s wrong?” Damian asked, puzzled. “Your phone number,” I said, staring into my memory. A scene flashed before me, playing on my eyelids. “What?” he asked, confused. I did not answer; I was trying to think. “What are you doing? What’s wrong?” he asked. “Sh,” I shushed him. The scene on my eyelids was one of me, over the summer. I was lying on my bed, holding something in my hand. A phone. I stared intently at it, not aware, not remembering, any of my surroundings. On the screen of the cell phone was a phone number. Damian’s number. It was like looking through smoke: difficult to see, but not impossible. “Your phone number,” I repeated. “I remember it.” He looked astounded when I told him the numbers I saw in my memory. “What?” I asked. “Is that it?” “Yeah!” Damian answered, surprised. “How did you do that?” “I don’t know,” I said. “I was thinking about it, and I just … remembered.” He laughed once, and soon I joined in, both of us laughing in amazement. I remembered something! I stood up for the first time since being admitted to the hospital, then laughed some more. It was a great feeling; some of my burdens had been lifted. Some, not all. Even such a small success made me almost giddy, such a contrast to the way I was feeling not two minutes before. In all my excitement, I threw my arms around Damian for another great hug. This time, however, he kissed me. It was a shock of delight, and once the shock wore off, it was pure magic. I became more involved in the kiss, and I was bursting with joy. Another memory came to me, my eyes popped wide, and my back stiffened. Damian pulled away and looked at me curiously. “What? Did you remember something else?” he asked, excited. “Yes,” I murmured sheepishly. I felt myself blush. “I remembered that.” When he finally realized I was talking about our first kiss, his expression changed from one of questionable shock to one of a happy, almost smug, look. “Do you remember anything else? About Mack, or yesterday afternoon, or … anything?” To every up, there was a down. “No,” I replied. The only thing I could remember was Damian. It made me sad that I couldn’t recall my best friend or my family, but it also made me flush with pleasure that I could remember Damian. “Well,” Damian said, “I guess … I guess I have to go now.” He looked as if he had to tear his eyes from me, to rip himself away from the room where I was. I knew how he felt; I would not be able to concentrate on anything else except him. “Yeah,” I said. “I’ll miss you,” I said one last time, gripping his hand. “Me, too,” Damian answered. He squeezed my hand firmly, then dropped it, turned, and walked out the door. Although I knew I had experienced this already before, the feeling of loss spread over me, along with a burning sensation in my heart. “I love you,” I whispered to an empty room, once Damian had finally closed the door. ha so whaddya think?! kind of a bittersweet chapter, ya know? well, 2 more posts til 'remember' finally comes to a close...im getting all teary... but no worries, the sequel shall be comin along soon after!!! reply reply reply!!!
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Post by mala1152 on May 7, 2010 8:08:24 GMT -5
im soooooo sry, i know its been a while since my last update...i believe this is the second to last post of 'remember!' *cries* well, here it is!
Chapter 26
Damian
Saying goodbye was harder than I thought. What was worse, she did know how much the separation would hurt, and, from the looks of it, she was already feeling it. I felt it, too. When she remembered our first kiss last summer, I was elated. I felt so … special, I guess, that she remembered me more than Mack or her friends back home. That feeling quickly evaporated when I had to leave. I closed the door to her room, and just stood outside it for a few moments. “I love you,” I whispered under my breath, but it was really meant for Mala. Sometimes, I wish I could just forget all this stuff just never happened, that Mala and I were together again, and no accident ever occurred … But, back in reality, that was not the case. When I finally arrived back to the rest of the lads, they, again, did not ask me about it. It was about one in the afternoon, and I still had to grab some lunch! I had – well, not wasted the whole morning, but spent it at the hospital, and now I was paying for it. So much to do before the show! Getting ready and doing sound checks took a little while. When would Mala get her memory back? When would I see her again? Where? Would she remember this? What if she recovered her memory before we left? That was impossible. Still, it was nice to imagine … It was during the sound checks that the guys really knew something was up. It was closer to showtime. We each had to sing a few bars of one of our songs, just to check if our microphones worked. First George, then Keith, then it was my turn. I started with some notes of ‘Happy Birthday Sweet Sixteen,’ but stopped dead in the middle. Everything except for my thoughts of Mala fled from my mind, including the words to the song. I cut off, and tried to hum the melody to myself to recall some of the words. It didn’t work. Paul and Ryan, who were on the stage, looked baffled. I could hear a little laugh from somebody. Probably Keith. “What’s the matter?” asked Ryan. “Nothin’,” I said quickly. “Just thinking. Nothing, I’m fine.” I saw them raise their eyebrows and look concerned, but they let it drop. I figured this wasn’t the last I’d hear about this … It was almost showtime, and I snuck a peek out at the audience in hopefulness. “I don’t think she’s going to come,” said a voice behind me. Without turning around, I know it was George. “Yeah, I know,” I said, downtrodden. I wanted to say something else, but no words came to mind. Before turning around to follow George to warm up all our voices, I saw a young girl, about my age, come and sit right in the middle of the front row. It was her! Mala came! But shouldn’t she be in the hospital resting? A second glance refuted my initial judgment; the girl had bright red hair, and her arm in a sling. It was Mack. I was going to ask her what she was doing here, but at that moment, I was called away. The show started, and I put my best effort into it. I began ‘Heartland’ halfheartedly, but I began to perk up a little a few songs after. My thoughts strayed from Mala and to the show, but each time I had down time, she could creep back into my thoughts. Intermission came and went, and soon, we were all singing Caledonia and taking our bows. I hurried to get ready for Meet and Greets, because Mack would obviously be there, since she was in the audience. “Hey,” she said when she saw me at Meet and Greets. She was the last one go come through, so we could take our time. “Hey, Mack,” said Paul, who was also at the Meet and Greet. “Your show was great,” Mack gushed, “It just about made my day. It made my week, actually.” She smiled. “Really?” joked Paul. “You need a better agent.” Mack laughed aloud, and I joined in the laughter. “How’s Abby?” asked Paul, and he asked the very same question that was in my mind. “She was asleep the last time I saw her. I swear, she had never slept so much in her life! But we’re leaving tomorrow morning.” “Well, I hope she gets better soon. And you, too,” Paul said, looking at her shoulder. “Thanks,” Mack replied. Paul turned and left, and I was about to follow him out. “Well, Mack, it was nice seeing you,” I said politely. “I wish it had been under better circumstances,” she said, and we parted with a friendly hug. “See you,” she said. “Yeah, maybe,” I answered, then walked out toward the bus. We would be in Pittsburgh in a few hours’ time, and by tomorrow morning, Mala would be back in Beachwood. It was unfair the way this visit had turned out. Why couldn’t everything just go smoothly? I wish it were easier, that we could see each other every day, and this stupid separation would never even have to happen. If it didn’t, then Mala wouldn’t have driven on the freeway today, and we wouldn’t have to send e-mails back and forth, and she wouldn’t have gone to her school dance with another guy, and everything just wouldn’t be so … hard. Later, on the bus, I could not sleep. We had just passed a sign on the freeway that said, “You are now leaving New Jersey.” In my mind, it read, “You are now leaving behind the girl you love.”
well, one more to go...i dont really think anyone will like the way it ends, but dont worry...itll all be rectified in the sequel to this one! ill try to update soon!
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Post by mala1152 on May 19, 2010 11:43:37 GMT -5
ahhhhhhh, its the last post!!!! im still not finished with the sequel, so ill be working on that, and hopefully ill start posting soon... and im sry for nto updating this in such a long time! i know its a short post, but here goes!!!Epilogue Abby Going back home was hard. Most of the memories I had of Damian were in my hospital room. Of course, once I regained me memory, that changed, but at the time, it was rough. I got my memory back fully about four days after returning back home. I had a heck of a time making up all the schoolwork I missed! Mack’s shoulder healed up nicely in a few weeks, but, because of the accident, she could not play basketball like she had so wanted to do. I apologized countless times, but I was shot down each time. “It’s not your fault,” she’d say. Damian and I had not spent as much time together as we would have liked, and that was really awful. What was worse, who knows when we will finally see each other again? He had no plans to come back to New Jersey any time soon, and I definitely did not have any plans to go see him in Ireland. It would be our longest separation yet, something I was not looking forward to. How long would it be? Nobody could tell. The only thing I had to content myself with were memories, and ones I would always … REMEMBER. THE END tadaaa! did u guys like it? i know its probably the worst ending u can think of...it jsut kinda stops in the middle of everything. but dont worry, i think that the sequel will have new, exciting chapters that will be more interesting and end better!!! thanx so much to all who replied and read faithfully...u all rock! ill start the new story as soon as i can!
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Post by iluvct on May 19, 2010 17:47:30 GMT -5
GREAT JOB!!!
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Post by laurenne on May 20, 2010 21:46:56 GMT -5
I liked the ending, it was very good. Can't wait for the sequel.
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Post by mala1152 on Jun 8, 2010 12:02:14 GMT -5
hey, all...the sequel is coming along slowly...im kinda stuck at a crucial point in the story, and i just have no idea how to make it realistic!!! but anywhoo, thanks for all the positive comments on 'remember.' its actually based off of afunny story about how i myself lost my memory waaaaay back in september whilst playing soccer. the goalie apparently kinda...punched me in the face, but i dont recall. hahahaha so anyway, be patient with me as i struggle thru the sequel...it will most likely be the last in this series!!! ill hopefully have it up soon!!! ~mala
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Post by damians1stluver on Jun 15, 2010 12:29:21 GMT -5
Ugh i have waited as patiently as i can haha jk but ummmmm any updating in the near future cause im supposed to leave soon so hoping haha i love your stories AMAZING
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Post by mala1152 on Jun 25, 2010 16:14:20 GMT -5
hey, all! i started a new thread in the damian section, so go check it out for the details about the last story in this series. i wont be posting quite yet...gimme a little more time! its all explained in my other thread. go check it out, its on the second page. thanks, guys!
~mala
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