Ok, so this is my first fanfic. I decided I'd write it about Auslly, because I have a lot of ideas right now. So…on to the story!
Disclaimer: I don't own Austin & Ally. If I did, then Auslly would've happened a LONG time ago, and they wouldn't have broken up. Also, it probably wouldn't be on Disney Channel. Enjoy!
ALLY'S POV
Just one more day, I tell myself. Just get through today. I know I'll tell myself the same thing tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after. But it's easier to just think about today. Because even while I try so hard to stay strong, school will still be torture. Especially because of Austin. Austin Moon. He's kind of the most popular guy at Marino High School, and while he isn't a bad boy, he's kind of a player, and has dated almost every girl in school. Except me and a few others. As always, I'm the new girl. I just started school last week here, and I'm already getting bullied. Typical, right? They all make fun of me for being different. If they only knew what my life was like, then they'd understand.
My mom is the only person in the world who understands me. She's kept me alive. Yes, I'm really that desperate. I really hate my life that much. My little sister and twin brother understood me too. When they were alive. My brother, Ryan, was diagnosed with a rare, incurable, and terminal disease when he was 4. He fought it for a long time. I still have nightmares about the night when we were 11 and at the hospital, the nurse coming in, me jumping to my feet as I awaited news, and the slow, sad shake of her head. My brother died a week before we turned 12. That was when my problems started. My baby sister, Katie, was only 2 at the time, she didn't understand where Ryan went. She used to wander around the house, looking for him, sure he was just playing a game with her.
"Awwy, where Wyan?" she would ask in her cute little baby voice, and I would burst into tears.
The accident happened when she was in kindergarten. She had just learned to tie shoes, and her favorite thing was to "help" me get ready in the morning. I would sit down to put my tennis shoes on, and Katie would run over.
"Ally, I'll help you tie your shoes!" she'd say, and I'd just smile and let her tie them. I remember our last morning together perfectly. It was the perfect morning then, but now it's just a bittersweet memory. She helped me tie my shoes, and had her favorite breakfast, oatmeal with sugar. As a special treat, I put a few drops of food coloring in, turning her oatmeal a bright pink. (1) "Wow, it's so pretty! Thanks Ally!" she exclaimed happily, giving me a huge hug. She was in her favorite outfit, a pink ruffled t-shirt, a denim skirt decorated with fake diamonds, white leggings, and her pink boots. After eating her oatmeal, she gave me another hug, and skipped off to the bus stop. I watched from our front porch and she boarded the bus. She saw me, and blew me a kiss out the window. I blew her one back, and watched the bus drive away. I wish I could go back in time and take her off that bus.
In homeroom that morning, the speaker crackled. "Ally Dawson, please come to the office," which was odd, because I hadn't forgotten anything that I needed, none of my things were missing, and I hadn't been involved in anything that could get me in trouble. Something's wrong, I thought. I walked at a brisk pace to the office. Please, let everything be okay, I thought, but the moment I walked into the office, I saw my parents crying. Oh my gosh. Where's Katie? I remembered how full of energy she was this morning. Dear God, please let my baby sister be alright. Please let her be okay. Don't take her from me. I can't do this. I can't handle losing Katie and Ryan. I could barely handle it when Ryan died. Please let Katie be okay. Don't take my sister. But even as I thought those words, I knew something was wrong.
"Ally, there's been an accident…" the receptionist started.
"Is my sister okay?" I demanded
"Her class was coming back from a field trip and the bus flipped over, we don't know how yet, they aren't releasing the details yet. Your sister,"
"Katie," I said. "Her name is Katie."
"Well, Katie is currently at the hospital in critical condition."
I turned to my parents. My dad seemed unfazed, but my mom was bawling like a baby. I turned and sprinted from the office, running to flag a taxi. "I need to get to the hospital. There was an accident…" I trailed off. The driver just nodded. When we arrived at the hospital, I handed him a 20 dollar bill. "Keep the change," I said, and then I ran off.
"Katie Dawson. She's my sister, I have to see her," I told the hospital receptionist. She glanced at the paper in front of her.
"Room 412. She just came out of surgery," she told me. I call the elevator, but when I see it's coming from the tenth floor, I run to the stairs. Dashing up the stairs, I arrive at Katie's room. I catch my breath, then quietly open the door and let myself in.
"Hey Katie-Bug," I said softly. It was an old pet name I had given her when she was a baby.
"Hi Ally," Katie said, smiling. She had so many tubes and machines connected to her, and in a full size hospital bed she looked tiny. I planted a light kiss on her forehead and sat in the chair next to her.
"How do you feel?" I asked her.
"Everything hurts Ally," Katie said, tears in her eyes.
"Oh Katie, don't cry sweet girl. You'll be okay. I-" I started to say I promise, but I couldn't keep that promise. "I know you will be." Did I really? No. But I had to comfort her.
"Ally can we talk to you?" My mom said. I walked into the hallway with her and my father. "Ally, we can't afford to keep Katie on life support," she told me.
Katie's on life support. But we can't keep her on it because of the cost… What my mom was saying suddenly registered in my mind.
"No," I whispered. I was going to lose my baby sister.
I walked back into Katie's room, and we spent her last minutes talking, and she tied my shoes one last time before her breath started to shudder, then finally stop. She was gone.
I pull myself from the flashback. No Ally, you can't do this. You have to stop living in the past. Do it for your sister.
I sigh, prepared for a day of misery at school...my living nighmare.
Hope you liked chapter one!
1) This is how my mom used to get me to eat my oatmeal when I was younger, so I just thought I'd have Katie like her oatmeal like that (because when you're 5, colored oatmeal is the coolest thing EVER)
Review, tell me what you think!
-Morgan
