My name was Marcus, and here is my story.
Everything was pitch black. I remember falling, skydiving even: the trust-worthy parachute had failed for the first time. It felt like I was floating on air, until I hit something extremely hard. I saw the light, it was SO bright. Closer, Closer, Closer. I stepped forward into the light.
Marcus’ mother Margaret was weeping beside his hospital bed. The ECG machine stopped beeping and was now making a low humming noise.
“MARCUS! MARCUS! MARCUS! MARCUS!” Margaret cried, “COME BACK TO ME!”
I think the name stands out
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