Is It True Love?

Demi’s pov

White.

That’s all I could see.

There was no color anywhere.

I could see someone walking towards me. They kept getting closer.

“Hello, who are you?” I said nervously.

The person didn’t respond they just kept coming closer.

The person was a women around mid 20’s and was very pretty.

“What are you doing here Demi?”

I backed up not sure how to respond.

“How do you know who I am?” I asked.

“I was hoping this wasn’t how we were going to meet. You look beautiful.” She commented.

“Well thank you, but um how do you know my name? Where am I?” I asked.

“I’m your mother.” Was all she said.

My mother had died years ago. I can’t even remember how many years ago.

She must have been trying to play a trick on me. I looked at the scenery around me still whiteness everywhere.

“Am I in a loony bin?” I asked seriously. She began chuckling.

How could she be laughing in my face like this?

“Your not my mother! She died years ago in a fire” I yelled.

This was a cruel trick.

“Honey, calm down.” She told me.

I backed up quickly making my self trip over my own feet. I fell to the floor smacking my head on the white concrete.

“Go back to where you belong. Come back here when you need to. Live your life. You are to young.” She bent down and touched my forehead.

I opened my eyes to see a bright light shining down on me.

“Hello?” I called.

“Demi?” The person asked.

“Uh yeah.” I replied.

“NURSE NURSE NURSE!” The person started yelling.

“SHE’S AWAKE!” It continued to yell.

“Ryan?” I asked.

“No its someone better.” I looked at Damien and I could see his eyes start to water.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

He held my hand.

“Demi I love you.”