So Long Goodbye

[Haiiro No]

30th October, Los Angeles

Three ambulances, two police cars and a big fire truck are driving through LA in full speed. The time is 10:52 pm and there has been a major accident at an intersection. As they arrive a couple of minutes later they see that a red Volvo and a black SUV has collided.
At the hospital, two hours later, the 45-year old man Stephan Martin, and his 39 year old wife, Suzanna Martin, is lying in a room talking to each other quietly. They were on their way home from a friend’s house in their red Volvo when they crashed into the black SUV, but they survived without any life-threatening injuries.
In the other room, 11:12 pm, the 26 year old woman, who was driving the other car, is declared dead. There was no way she could be saved; she was bleeding from the inside. The woman’s name was Avril Lavigne.


Here is the "introduction" to my second fanfiction I upload here on bandaids. Hope u like it!
Please comment if you are intrersted in reading more...

[Rock My World]

I like the start! You should keep writing it!

[Donkey(Hanne)BC]

please keep writing, sounds good!

[seasoned]

If Avril's dies , I will die inside .

[Haiiro No]

1.

30th October,

It felt like a lightning hit me and I opened my eyes.
I was lying on the side, resting my head on my right arm. I remembered my body aching, but now I couldn’t feel a thing. I sat up and looked around. Everything was black. I wasn’t in a room, but I wasn’t outside. It was like something I’ve never seen before. I was sitting in a black hole. There was nothing above me, nothing underneath me and nothing on the sides.
I didn’t feel scared though. I felt like I didn’t have any emotions. It wasn’t cold and I wasn’t hot. I wasn’t happy, but I would not say that I was sad. I was something in the middle. I listened to the sounds I heard in the background. It was a familiar guitar sound, something I’ve heard before. It was an intro to a song. I’ve heard this song many times. But I couldn’t figure out which song it was. I listened after the singing and the lyrics, but the voice was blurry and it didn’t sound like a language I’ve heard before.
I was confused. I stood up and turned around. A door was standing in the black hole. It was dark brown and looked very old. The door handle was big and looked like once it had been gold. Now it was just dirty and broken.
I took a deep breath and opened the door. A bright light and a weird ear-piercing sound hit me. I covered my head with my arms and screamed. Millions of thoughts ran through my head. But I could only understand one, I thought this was the end and I’m letting go now.
The light disappeared and I heard a piano play. I slowly opened my eyes. I was standing in a bright room. The floor was white marble. There were hanging pictures with golden frames on the white walls. I was standing on a large colourful oriental rug – it was beautiful.
“Hello,” a light female voice said.
I looked up. A big round desk was in the middle of the room. Behind the desk sat a pale girl with dark brown, almost black, straight hair. She was smiling.
“Ehm, hello.” I said and walked to the desk.
“What is your name?” She said.
I looked around. The room was so beautiful –I was stunned. The furniture looked like Victorian style but prettier, from the roof hung big bright and beautiful chandeliers.
“Ehm, miss?” The woman said.
“Oh yeah… ehm, Avril Lavigne.” I said and looked at the girl. She had a white blouse and a black shirt. She was wearing a pearl necklace and matching earrings. She had red lipstick and really nice eyeliner. She looked at something that looked like a computer. She typed on something that looked like a keyboard. I read her nametag – “ARIAL”
She looked confused and a bit irritated. She typed something on the computer and then looked at me. She smiled a fake smile and said,
“Avril, take the elevator on the left to the second floor. Then talk to a guy named Jimmy. He will tell you what will happen next, okay?”
“Okay”, I said and walked to the elevator. It looked like a normal elevator, but instead of being metallic it was golden. The door openeds and I took a step in. It was like a little room with a chair, a little table and a lamp. I sat down on the chair and the doors closed. I rested my head back and closed my eyes. I took a deep breath. I tried to clean my head and remember where I was and what I did here. But it stood still. It was just blank. I concentrated.
“Dammit!” I swore and opened her eyes. All I could remember was my name; Avril Lavigne and that I were 27 years old. I didn’t remember where I was or what I was doing here. I couldn’t remember my parents name or where I was born. Did I have a boyfriend? I looked at my hand, no ring. At least I wasn’t married.
The doors opened. She took a deep breath and walked out of the elevator. The room looked exactly the same, except it was blue-ish, with blue walls instead of white and a blue mat instead of a red. Behind the desk sat a little bald man with crazy tattoos. His nametag said “JIMMY”.
“Hello, I’m Avril.” I said and he looked up. His eyes were blue and very kind. “They sent me up from the first floor.”
“Oh”, He said and smiled an honest smile. “Sorry but I haven’t got any information for you,”
Oh no, Avril thought.
He continued, “So I just have to send you up Avril Lavigne.”
He stressed my name in a weird way, like he knew who I was. I looked at him. His arms, neck, and hands were covered in tattoos. I was amazed.
“So I just go up to third floor?” I asked him.
“No, go to fifth floor, they should know what to do.” He said and smiled.
“Okay, thank you for the information. Goodbye.”
“Goodbye,” he answered.
“Like your tattoos by the way.” I said and walked away. I saw him blush a bit, I smiled.
I sat down at the chair in the elevator again; I pushed the 5 button and rested my head. I looked at my hand. And saw that I had a tattoo on my wrist, I smiled. It was a heart and a D.
Who’s D? I thought.
Then millions of memories blocked my eyes. Memories of a beautiful and talented boy; his hair shifted from black to blonde, but it was always spiky. His kind eyes and looked at me. His mouth told me how beautiful I was. His lips tasted so good. I remember myself crying in front of him, laughing with him, he always being there. His soft touch, me hiding in his strong arms. He holding me so tight and me never wanted him to let go. His ring on my finger.
“Deryck”, I whispered.

Update!
Hope you like it!

[Donkey(Hanne)BC]

I love your writing Great story, can't wait for the next update

[seasoned]

YES , that was fantastic , thanks !!!

[Rock My World]

Ah! I love it!

[!Lirika_Rock!]

fantastic more please

[Kaddy41]

OH MY GOD, I love this, keep it up

[Haiiro No]

I'm Really glad you guys liked it! 8D
Here's an update!!

2.

4th September,

I was standing at the desk on the seventh floor. The old woman behind the desk was checking information about me on a “wanna-be-a-computer-thing”. At the fifth floor they didn’t know anything and nothing at the sixth floor either. I was getting a bit frustrated.
The more time I spent here the more I started to remember. My name was Avril Lavigne; I was 26 and lived in LA. I’ve been married to Deryck Whibley, singer in a bad called Sum 41. I divorced him in September 2009 and I am now dating Brody Jenner. I come from a small town, Napanee, Ontorio and when I was 17 my first CD, let go, came out.
At the seventh floor the old lady doesn’t have any information either and she tells me to go to the next floor.
How many floors are they? I think and signs.
I go to the elevator and sits down on the chair and again memories come. Millions of different memories of being famous, always being in the spotlight. Being on stage, signing, travelling around the world, making music, interviews and all my fans – the thought of it makes me wanna do it again. I remember the good times with all the laughter and fun. But I also remember the hard times. With the pressure, the paparazzi and the press, all the weird attention and people wanting me to be something I’m not. But there are always people around me to protect me; always Deryck by my side through fire and rain, always supporting me and always catching me when I fall.
But before Deryck, there is a blurry picture of another guy – always there protecting me doing what Derycks “job”. The picture of him is unclear; at first I thought it was Deryck. But I realized that it’s not. The boy is blonde and plays guitar too. A strong memory makes me blind for a second. I look at the big crowd, then I look to my left and there he is. He looks up at me, I feel a bit insecure and he notice. He smiles, my heart skips a beat and in his smiling face he tells me that everything is fine. He makes me strong again.
The doors open to the next floor, I walked out but I can’t let go of the blonde boy.
Who is he?
Just a friend?
No, my heart felt weird when I looked at him.
But I have no memories of being that close to him.
But I can’t deny that feeling. It isn’t a new feeling, it’s probably something I felt years ago. ‘Cause the feeling has cooled. Like I felt so much for this blonde boy, but nothing happened.
I never told him how I felt and then the feeling died.
“Miss Lavigne?” The bright blonde woman behind the desk looks at me.
“Ehm, yes”, I say I didn’t listen to her.
“Do you know where you are?” She asks with a serious voice. Her eyes are intense and she scares me a bit. But I can see that she is confused and worried.
“No”, I mumble.
“Oh no”, she says.

[Rock My World]

OMG! You can't stop it here! :O hahaha
I love it! Keep going!