The Truth About Us (Austin Mahone Fan Fic- editing)

Chapter 7 - The Truth (e)

"Pop Star dead?"

Austin Mahone, 17 year old pop sensation, was recently involved in a drunk driving hit and run accident. Mahone was found barely breathing in the backseat of his limo which was veered off of Dam Road. His driver was already dead at the scene.

The young artist had been on his newest tour in Colorado, when supposedly a drunk driver hit the limo (which was heading back to the hotel that Mahone was staying at) and veered it off the road. The police recieved an anonymous call around 11pm from a lady saying that she believed that there was a car veered off Dam Road.

Mahone is currently being treated at the Fitzsimon's Center where his health conditions are still unknown. Austin Mahone is currently in a coma with no signs of internal damage. And already trending worldwide around the globe the hashtag #PrayForAustin has sprung.

(CNN News- December 12, 2013)"

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"The End of a Career?"

17 year old pop sensation Austin Mahone was recently invovled with a hit and run accident. Inside sources tell us that Mahone's limo was hit by a drunk driver behind a semi-truck. 

Mahone was placed into the hospital on Dec. 11, 2013 at the late (or early if you'll have it) hour of 12 am. He arrived in a coma and has recently awoken.

But this teen sensation seems to have lost quite a lot of his memory. Earlier when we went to interview him, doctors told us that he did not know he was famous and should be left alone for a couple of days. Sources have confirmed that Mahone has lost the past 2 years of his memory...

What does this mean for the young artist's career?

What will his "Mahomies" make of this?

On the following page is an interview with a close friend of Mahone.

I: Hi Scarlett, could you tell us how Austin reacted when he saw you?

S: Well, he claimed that he didn't know me and considering he didn't know me until 2012, I guess that makes sense because he lost the past two years of his memory."

I: How does that make you feel?

S: It's scary, I can't believe something like that happened, it's just all a shock. I'm sorry this is really a big shock to me, can I just get a minute to myself?

(People's Magazine- December 16, 2013)"

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That's what happened to us... the truth about us.

Austin was hit by a car when he was touring in Colorado. It was snowy that day, and I remember getting a call at 1am from Michele saying that Austin needed us. Now.

At 3am, I was at the Miami Airport taking the first flight to Denver, Colorado. It was a blur, and a long four hour plane flight.

By the time I had arrived in Colordo, it was 5am because of the time difference. And the Denver International Airport was swimming with paparazzi waiting for Michele and The Crew to arrive.

The instant our feet touched the ground, the questions came:

"How are you feeling?"

"Do you think Austin will be okay?"

"Who are you?"

"Alex, what do you have to say about your best friend?"

"With Austin in critical condition, do you think he'll be able to sing again?"

"Will the concert be postponed?"

And the questions went on and on. I remember flashes of light, questions being tossed my way, but most of all I was confused.

Why Austin? What did he do to deserve this? Why? 

Why the hell was this happening right now? What was going on? /

I remember my head pounded and my mouth was dry. I didn't want him to die. He couldn't die. What did Austin do to ever deserve this?

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It was a whirlwind of activity, one second we were in the airport being bombarded with absurd questions, and then next we were being transported to the hospital. 

I don't want to bore you with stories about the long wait... so I'll just sum it up. 

When we arrived at the hospital- Austin wasn't awake yet. Coma- the doctor said coma, bad, going to live, most likely memory lost, and a lot of other things that I didn't pick up on, or didn't process in my mind.

We waited hours, hoping he's wake... but no luck. It was 10pm when we left for the hotels, and still we stayed awake all night waiting for a phone call. Just one phone call.

And that call came the next day at 11:23pm. Austin was awake.

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Austin was awake. 

Awake.

Alive.

The wasn't going to die... at least, no yet. 

There was a mad dash to get to the hospital. All of us running around our hotel rooms, replacing PJs with "street clothes", brushing our teeth, calling the car to drive us- and a whirlwind of other activities- updating statuses on facebook, tweeting, instagramming and basic chaos. 

My Austin was alive. The 10 minutes drive to the hospital all of a sudden felt like 10 hours, every moment in the car jarred my bones, every sound was too loud, my own breathing seemed to shatter my ear drums.

My Austin is alive, living, he's okay. That's all I could think about. Austin. 

Austin...

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i know austin didn't go to colorado in 2013 but guys i live there and i'm too lazy to do research and figure out where the fuck a hospital is and shit. 

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