Do you remember? (Demi Lovato Short Fan-Fiction)

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Chapter One
Annaleise's POV

Wednesday morning, 9:30 am. 2 days to go until I meet my idol and inspiration. My fangirl levels are hitting the roof right now.

I sat in front of my mirror doing my daily routine of telling myself that I am beautiful and worthy of life. It is slowly working. These mantras that Demi uses works really well on me and I an finally confident and happy. I brushed my long brown locks and straightened my hair, placing a beanie over my head and applying light makeup. Today I was going to catchup with my old swim team coach. I love her to bits and wish I could see her on a regular basis but after the accident I can't. Ever since I got in the car crash I was in 3 years ago, I have had to quit swimmer because it was just to difficult after loosing my memory. I couldn't get back to the level I was at before I came close to dying and just gave up. But I had found a new passion, singing.

I hopped in the car and drove down to zarraffas (A/N Zarraffas is the Australian version of starbucks) and parked my car right out the front. I ordered my peach ice tea and fruit salad and waited at the outside table for my coach Leigha.

After five minutes I spotted her poofy black top bun bouncing in the distance and jumped straight out of my chair and into her embrace. I missed her so much since swimming .

After ordering her coffee we say down and caught up.

"How are you doing lately?" Leigha asked

How are you doing lately... That phrase brought so many flashbacks from when I was in hospital.

FLASHBACK
"How are you doing lately, Annaleise?" My therapist Mary asked. Fuck besides the fact that the demons in my head are constantly screaming at me, im fine.
"Just fine." I replied bluntly.

END OF FLASHBACK

"Whats going on in your beautiful head?" Leigha asked quietly.

"Just about when I was in rehab... My therapist would always ask me that..." I trailed off. Leigha was the first person I told about my struggles, so it was second nature to talk to her about my past, she was always so helpful and supportive.

"Oh okay" she grabbed my hands and flipped them over revealing the under sides if my wrists. Tracing the white and faded scars covered by my tattoos.

"Stay strong" she whispered obviously reading the words written across my skin.

Although I was now fully recovered from my self harm, PTSD and eating disorder, I still had minor struggles and dwelling on my past was one of them.

I quickly changed the topic "so I am meeting Demi Lovato on friday"

"Oh my gosh that is so great! She is such an inspiration!" She said excitedly.

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Hey this is my new story. Some of the things I mention in here are real life situations or slightly changed and some other parts are complete fiction. So yeah please respect it.

Don't worry I will still be updating my other story, I just really wanted to write this one because I had a really good idea that I had to get down. Its only a short story so it wont go for long but their might be a sequel to it. I don't know!

Anyways follow me on twitter, because I will tweet when there is a new chapter out or really big news.

3 days until I see Demi Lovato Live!

Stay Groovie
Jasmine x