Allison's P.O.V "Allison!" A boy who's voice I definitely recognized greeted me. "Brendan?" "Hey!" He said goofily, sitting next to the bed. "How.. I haven't seen you in, what? 7 years? I missed you so much! How did you get here?" "Well.. Your mom called me and told me that you would be delighted if you were able to see me." "I have a mom?" "Of course you do!" "Sorry, I'm forgetful." "I can't believe you remember me." "I don't know what you look like." "Hasn't it burned into your mind?" he laughed. I heard footsteps pass my door, and it slightly opened. "Hey Alli." Ezio.. I think, greeted slightly. He sounded weak. "Bren, leave for a few?" "Kay. Be right back." I could picture him winking. He shut the door gently, and I could feel Ezio sit next to my bed. "I'm out tomorrow." I said. "I heard. I'm so happy for you." "I think I remember you now.." I could sense he was excited. Hyper, almost. "Really?" "Yeah.." I knew I was smiling. "You like music.. And I think we dated or something.." "Bingo!" We both laughed. "I dont know what you look like, though." I mumbled. "Well, let's put it this way; I'm scrawny. I have brown hair and I'll probably never ever look as good as Brendan.. But I love you more than anything in the world." "I remember that I loved you." "Anything else?" "Were there any bad things between us?" "A lot.. Lately, actually." he sighed. Uh oh. "Well.. How about we start fresh. My name is apparently Allison or Alli or something, I'm 17 and I'm blind." I smiled. A toothy and crooked smile. "Well, pleasure to meet you. My name is Ezio, I am also 17 and I have full vision. I'm also crazy over you." "Thanks for keeping me company.." I said. I really was thankful. I felt my heart beat quicker. I couldn't.... I couldn't..
Allison's back story.. Childhood- My dad ran away. It was hard on my mom, this I know. She hadn't had a job before hand, and it was a quick sprint between moving into my grandparents house and her getting a job. I was only 6 when my dad left. When mom finally had enough money to live, we moved into a small apartment on Jackson Road. It was really nice there, lots of kids. My two best friends until the end (and still now) and Brendan, Holly and Jack. We were inseparable. When mom Got a great promotion, we moved again. My second biggest heartbreak. We moved into a small condo on Harty Street. I didn't have any friends, for I was weird and new. I hated my life there. Teen Years- When I was 12, I met Ezio. He was the most popular kid in our school, and really nice. Silly me with all my contradictions in pre-teen love, he asked me out. My former class mates seemed to all have a girlfriend or boyfriend. I didn't say yes to Ezio at first, because he was a bully. I was in the spelling B that year. I won second place, and everybody was proud. Mom kept growing higher and higher in work, until when I was 16, she got transferred. She still pays for 2 homes, her home where she works and my current home. Now- I'm blind. I'm heartbroken. And I don't remember anything of the past year. Only the earlier things. Still, that boy Ezio keeps coming back and visiting. I know who he is, I do. And I have. I want to play dead. I gained most of my memory back, but I don't want to fall for his innocence again. I won't.
*Ezio's P.O.V.* She acts like she barely even remembers me. It's hard to continue like this. I feel like my life is over. Suicide? No, it's not the way. One last try? Yes. Here we go. I grabbed my acoustic and put it in into my bag and started carrying it to the hospital. I walked through the doors to the hospital, and quickly rushed into her room. She was with Brendan. I was not happy with this, but I haft to deal with it. "Hey Brendan, do you mind?" "Yes I do. Are you planning to sing a song?" "Yeah." "Well, let's hear it." Jerk. I hate this guy, he is so malevolent. I pulled out my acoustic guitar, and started It's Not Over by Daughtry. "Let's start over, I'll try to do it right this time! It's not over, 'cause part of me is still dead and in the ground!" By the time I finished, about 20 nurses and doctors were watching. They were all smiling, and some girls were saying how sweet I am. They were nurses, so they were at least 10 years older. I saw Allison start to speak... Your turn.
Allison's P.O.V Again? Another song? Yeah, I guess it's sweet.. But really, how many times is he going to try to make me swoon over him? I don't care anymore. "That was great." I said, "It was sweet of you." "Do you remember me even a little bit?" He said, hopefully. I can imagine his innocence. It makes me want to puke. Brendan sarcastically clapped. I knew that Ezio was on right, judging to sound. I turned on my side to the left. "I think she's tired.. Maybe you should leave.." Brendan said. "No, you leave." I said, playing the sick person, I'm-too-tired-just-shut-up mode. "Me stay?" Ezio said shocked. "Come over here." I made my voice pathetic. "Hey Alli." He said, coming closer to kiss my cheek. I pushed him into the chair. "Sorry.." I mumbled. "I have my full memory back." "REALLY?! Do you remember me now? Please, PLEASE say you remember me!" Suddenly the door opened to the not so greeting face of.......... Clementine?? Your turn
Clementine. I have not seen him in a very long time. I don't know if I'm happy to see him either. If he tries something, I swear I'll kill him. "Allison!" He said cheerfully. "Clementine... What are you doing here?" "I'm here to visit. I heard you got hurt." "Yeah. Ezio managed to help quick enough to keep me alive, but now I am blind." "Ahem!" I announced, "Hello." "Ezio? I haven't seen you in forever! "Nor have I seen you." "You've, um, grown up since we last talked." "You could say that." "I'm not gonna lie, I feel slightly intimidated." "Slightly?" "Ezio!" Allison said irritant. "Sorry." I said. "I think it's best you leave Clementine." Said Allison. "Okay..." He said sadly. Did I just hear what I think I did? Your turn!
Allison's P.O.V I sat miserably at home. Why? Why me? Why do I have to be the sick, weirdo? I don't like life. *14 hours later* I hugged my poppy. "I am so happy you're here! I missed you so much, you don't have any idea." I practically choked him in a hug. "Oh Lee, I missed you too. You're so grown up.. I can't believe I missed most of it!" "And now you're here!" "I wish you could see me, I got my hair cut. Your mom never told me anything.." "She doesn't know." I piped. "I see.." Poppy was my best friend. *1 month later* The sandy shores of Venice beach, Florida squeezed between my toes. Poppy slowly walked up with a drink. Laying down a towel, he sat. "Difference from where we were a month ago." I mumbled. "Happier here? At least it's, you know, friendly and warm." he always tried to brighten the day. *present time* "All packed?" Poppy asked.