amnesia -c.h

prologue

• Marcy •

"You're such a sore loser, Cal."

"Am not. I'm not sore at all. I feel pretty great actually."

I rolled my eyes at the grumpy 19 year old in the driver's seat. I just won yet another round of mini golf and Calum is not too thrilled about it. I run my fingers through his soft, dark hair and watch as a small smile tugs at the corners of his mouth.

"Just because you're trying to distract me, doesn't mean I'm distracted."

"Who said I was trying to distract you?" I retorted while a smirk made it's way onto my lips.

"I'm not stupid. Nice try though."

"A for effort, right?"

"No. You get an F."

I frowned as Calum keeled over at his own joke.

"I'm kidding babe." He laced his fingers with mine, keeping one hand on the steering wheel. "I'm still going to beat your ass next time."

I laughed. "Oh whatever. We both know that I'm the Queen of Mini Golf, but if it makes you feel any better I'll let you win next time."

He glares at me. I stifle a laugh and say, "If I were you, I would be thanking your oh-so-gracious Queen right about now."

"You wish," he muttered.

I let a small laugh escape my mouth and laced our fingers tighter together.

We drive in a comfortable silence while listening to our favorite Green Day album. I glance over at Calum taking in the way a piece his dark hair falls over his forehead. His eyebrows are furrowed in deep concentration as he maneuvers through the night. I look down to where our fingers are interlocked. His tan skin against my pale skin is quite the sight, more beautiful than anything really. I feel the urge to say something.

"Hey, Cal?"

"Hm?"

"I love you."

He looks at me for a quick second. His eyes are bright and full of life and his smile is contagious. "I love when you say that. I love you, Marcy. So much."

I grinned and squeezed his hand.

We drive for a few more minutes but I see a bright, white light ahead of us. It seems to be growing bigger and bigger the farther we drive. Calum notices it too because he abruptly sits straighter and squints, trying to figure out what's ahead of us.

Someone honks at us, but the honking doesn't stop. It grows louder each second.

"Ca-Calum?"

He squeezes my hand.

Suddenly, the light envelops the car. The honking is loud. Too loud. I hear glass shattering, and people screaming. Everything is spinning and shaking.

Then there is silence.

Everything is still.

The screaming starts up again. It's coming from a girl. I try to move my hands to my ears to plug them, but only one moves. I try to move my other hand, but something--no someone--squeezes it. Calum.

"Cal?"

My voice sounds foreign and distant. He squeezes even harder. Then his hand goes limp.

Everything is black.