The Fallen: Mark of darkness

Wake up and remember

THIS IS A SEQUEL TO THE FALLEN!

I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!

~Callie~

"Is she going to wake up soon?" A voice rang in my ears.

"She should. How is he?"

"He seems fine. He keeps asking for her though."

"Tell him she should be up soon."

After that I heard the quiet echo of heels click clacking across the floor.

The conversation made no sense to me and my head was spinning as I tried to recollect ny thoughts.

Where am I?

I fought to open my eyes and when they finally opened, a burning bright light blinded my sight.

A dark figure was hovering over me, but I couldn't make them out. My vision was blurry.

"Callie?" An unrecognizable voice said.

I didn't speak. I couldn't.

Who was Callie?

Wait. That was me. Why wouldn't I know who I was? Why did I have trouble remembering the simplest things like my name?

Suddenly, I felt a hand touch my forehead and a warmth spread through me bringing my sight into focus.

"That should help." The hand pulled away and I felt strangely cold without the touch.

It had seemed to heal the hurt temporarily.

The face of a girl leaned over me.

She was pretty with dirty blonde hair and warm brown my eyes. A heart shaped face. Her thin eyebrows were furrowed in concern.

"Callie?" Her voice seemed to echo loudly.

I shakily placed my hands over my ears and covered them.

"Sorry." She apoligized and this time her voice was hushed and gentle.

She took my hands away from my ears.

"Its going to be ok." She promised me.

"Where am I?" A voice asked. The voice was mine. It sounded so strange and far away.

"Its a safe house." She said.

I processed this. Safe house? Safe from...what?

"Why is it called that?" I asked.

Her lips were tightly pursed into a thin line. She turned her back to me and I sat up, propping myself up on my elbow.

"Its just called that." She stated simply after a moment, turning back to me calm and collected.

I slipped off the couch I laid on and was surprised I didn't stumble.

"You should rest." The girl insisted. She looked my age. How old was I? Right. I'm seventeen years old.

She watched me closely as I started to walk around the room.

"Where are you going?" She asked

To be perfectly honest I wasn't sure where I was going.

I glanced over my shoulder at her. Her hair was long and reached down to her waist. Her brown eyes stared at me intently.

"Hannah." I said not even sure what I was saying.

"Yes?" She answered. That must be her name, but how did I know that?

Suddenly, recognition came to me and a memories flashed through my mind.