As Avril Lavigne (An Avril Lavigne Fanfic) (on hold)

Discovering

I opened my eyes, waking up from what felt like a year long sleep. Looking around I found hooked up to a bunch of different machines. One monitoring my pulse and heart rate, another one making sure I’m breathing, and one hooked up to my head doing god knows what. All the machines were making a beeping sound, not helping my headache at all.

 

I looked down at my hair. It had become way longer and less curley. This isn’t my hair. My hair is like ten inches shorter and curly, not wavy. What the hell is going on.

 

I heard the door open and I look up to see what looks like to be a doctor.

 

“Hello Lucy I’m, your doctor, Dr. Sinn.” She stuck her hand out for me to shake. I hesitantly reached out for her hand and shook it.

 

“How long was I out? What happened to me?” I asked her, since she was the one to know those answers and could answer them the best.

 

“You were out for about a week. Oh and, Lucy during the shooting at Starbucks one of the bullets skimmed your heart, which caused your body to slowly bleed out.”

 

“Then why am I still alive?” If my body bleed out then I should be dead. If I learned about dying correctly I should be sitting here in this bed.

 

“Have you noticed anything different? Do you feel funny? Do you seem to look different?” Umm, ya I’m alive, when I shouldn’t be.

 

“My hair is different. Why do you ask?”

 

“Because you’re not in your body.” What the fudge nuggets? That’s the weirdest thing to tell someone.

 

“What do you mean I’m not in my body?” I don’t think I want to know the answer.

 

“Your body bleed out, making your body dead, but your brain was still alive. Your brain was put into a persons body who was brain dead, but there body was alive. We did a brain transplant, so we didn’t have two dead bodies, just one.” She sounded very proud of herself.

 

“Whose body did my brain get put into?”

 

“You may have heard of here, Avril Lavigne.” Oh! My! Goodness! I’m in Avril Lavignes body! This is a dream come true, just not the way I dreamt of it coming true.

 

“Are you serious?” I had to ask before I made a fool of myself.

 

“I’m not lying to you. People will now refer to you as Avril Lavigne.”

 

“But I’m not her though.” That’s what kinda ruins this whole thing. I look like her, but I’m not really her.

 

“As part of the transplant you can’t tell anyone who you really are. You have to pretend that you are Avril Lavigne. No one can who you really are, you have to live on as Avril Lavigne. There is no more Lucy Reno anymore, she’s dead.”

 

“So what you’re saying is to pretend to be someone I’m not.” I don’t know if I can do that. Forget about Lucy, and be Avril Lavigne. It’s not like I know everything about her, I was just a fan not a best friend.

 

“Not exactly. You have to become Avril.”

 

“So, forget about me and become someone who I know nothing about.”

 

“You can be Lucy, you just have to change your name to Avril Lavigne. No one can call you by Lucy Reno.”

 

“What if someone notices that my personality is different? Notices I’m not the real Avril Lavigne?” I’m an eighteen year old who is being put into a thirty year olds body. I’m not gonna act like a thirty year old. I’m gonna like like an eighteen year old.

“Then you have to adapt to her personality. You have to do anything possible to keep people from finding out. I don’t care what you have to do, but not a single soul can know.” She makes it so easy.