Hi, this is my first story. I'm just seeing if you guys will enjoy this story, and if you do, I will continue it.
-flashback-
Demi's POV
I was on a plane back to Texas, and I heard something loud, then it was all a blur.
That's all I remembered what happened in July. I slowly opened my eyes, not
knowing where I was. I looked across the room and saw my parents.
"Demi, you're awake" my mom yelled.
"...Hi...where am I?" I stuttered.
"You're in the hospital, Demi"
I looked around some more, trying to remember what happened. I looked at the
calender. August 2nd?
"What happened to me, why am I in here" I panicked.
"Demi.. don't you remember, you were in a plane crash a few days ago. They managed
to save you"
"Oh.. yeah.. I.. forgot" I stuttered.
I did forget. I didn't loose my memory. I still remember who I am. I'm Demetria Monroe.
Demi for short.I'm 15, almost 16, and live in Texas. I don't have many friends. I
have one best friend named Katie who is 3 months younger than me. I suffer
from depresion and occasional panic attacks. I saw the doctor walk in.
"Hello, Demetria, I'm doctor Lila" she said softly.
"Hi.." I whispered.
She looked at my parents, they nodded, Doctor Lila sighed.
"Demetria.." she turned to me, "the good news is, you can leave the hosital today."
I smiled. Maybe I can see Katie today. Well, that's if she's not too busy.
"But, the bad news is.. your left arm is sprained, and your right ankle is twisted"
I looked around. I hated people. It wasn't because I'm hurt it's because they wait so long
to tell me things and I get freaked out.
"Okay.." I mumbled.
I sat up and went to the edge of the hospital bed. My mom helped me slide on sweatpants
and a t shirt. She sat me in the wheelchair and I got wheeled out to the front desk.
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