The Day My World Crashed (SEQUEL TO MY NIGHTINGALE)

Eight- Demi Lovato?

Alison's POV~

I didn't dare check the other scar, I don't care how curious I got I didn't want to remember the pain. Obviously that's how I got the scar on my back, what did it say again? I'm don't really remember what Dr. Williams said. It was random numbers or something.

"Rose?" Maryanne said touching my hand slightly. Oh yeah, I was out with Maryanne to go grocery shopping, we decided it was a good idea since I was able to cook.

"I-I was thinking about what ingredients I need, sorry." I lied quickly touching my mouth quickly, rubbing it out of habit. I was dressed in one of Maryanne's hoodie's and some jeans. We were not the exact same size, so I've been wearing her looser clothes.

"Oh cool, I was thinking of getting some beer or something, just in case we decide to relax. Or should we get some hot chocolate stuff since it's getting colder?" Maryanne said, she bit her nail. It was September, not really hot or cold here in New York.

"Hot chocolate?" I said as she stared the floor still chewing her nail.

"How about both?" She asked, grabbing the beer and looking at me.

"We're underaged?" I said, don't we have to be 21 but she rolled her eyes.

"They don't care. I always buy beer here." She said and set the beer in the cart. Isn't that illegal?

"Oh..." I said as she pushed the cart and I trailed behind. Maybe this store wasn't the best with rules, I guess that's why Maryanne came here instead of the gigantic grocery a few blocks away from her house.

"You're not telling me something Rosie." She said pinching my cheeks. We were in the freezer isle, so my cheeks must be pink. Somehow I knew my cheeks get pink easily, I didn't forget everything.

"...No I told you everything." I lied through my teeth, thinking of Ryan, he was still mystery boy in my eyes. I know his name but I don't even know my own. It bothers me, even though I should hate this Ryan guy I can't help not hate his guts. Something in the back of my mind told me there was more good than bad.

"You hesitated."

"What? No I didn't." I protested but I knew I did.

"Come on Rosie, do you not trust me?" She asked sadly and I felt a bit bad, I was still debating if I should tell her or not.

"I'm just regaining some of my memories and they are kind of...violent." I confessed, and she gave me a look of interest and worry.

"Like what?"

"Maryanne I don't want to talk about it, I need time." I said but she didn't seem to get the message.

"I understand but can you tell me a little bit, like how violent?" She asked and I knew how she felt, her curiosity because I felt the same and still feel curious, I didn't feel comfortable reeling her, I felt the bile in my throat as I remembered the blood.

"It has to do with the scars on my body, and...how I got them." I said feeling my eyes water up a bit, I felt a lump in my throat. I tried to swallow it but cleared my throat instead.

"I'm sorry Rose, you don't deserve any of that." She said, taking her hand away from the cart and rubbing it on my lower back, I felt comfort from her touch as I smiled at her.

"Thank you." I answered back as she pushed the cart forward and I buried my hand in the pockets of the hoodie I was wearing and followed behind.

Who was Ryan? If he was so possessive over me then why was I found in that burning building with a head injury. Did he put me there?

"Which flavor creamer do you like?" Maryanne asked and I snapped my head to the selections.

"Umm...french vanilla." I said and she nodded, picking up the bottle of coffee creamer and putting it in the cart.

"Oh Rose can you head back and grab some bread, I totally forgot." Maryanne said and I nodded as I rushed to the bread isle, only to see a magazine stand right near it.

Out of curiosity I glanced at the magazines, I picked up on with a female on it, she had brown hair and simple makeup on.

"Demi Lovato Reveals Her Feelings Towards The Disappearance of Alison Davis"

My head started to hurt as I saw this, I remembered a woman walking up to me as I set down a guitar, I was on some sort of rooftop. I was young, but she looked different, she had blue hair and black clothes. I knew her name, I knew her, she didn't do anything bad to me at all, but the memory felt fuzzy.

Demi Lovato

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Ok so she remembers some memory of Demi and instead of rewriting it I gave a brief summary.

IM SORRY FOR THE LATE UPDATE, I GOT TO INTO A BOOK.

Anyways hopefully you have forgiven me.

QOTD:

What are you hoping will happen?