Forget Me Not

Chapter 5 (Part one)

In that moment, everyone froze. The crowd stopped cheering, and the excitement turned to panic as the lead singer of the band laid flat on the floor. His small fragile body just barely being shown with the lights surrounding it. Nash had looked at Ian, exchanging a look of concern and worry before grabbing his microphone, doing his best to calm the crowd down. I sat quietly behind my drums. Near in shock. I couldn't move, and I couldn't feel anything. Every sound, every noise was jumbled. All I could do was stare at my brother. A hard lump formed in my throat as the stage curtains closed and the medics by side rushed on. Ryan's limp body just laid there like some poor animal who had just been hit by a car. He wasn't breathing and from my point of view, he wasn't breathing either. In a state of panic, I finally found the courage to get up. I collapsed beside him and started to shake him vigorously. I didn't hear the medics, or I should say, I ignored the medics as they told me to leave. After ten minutes of just shaking Ryan, I finally let go. Ian, being the resonable one, ran over. His face was full of emotions, full of hurt and shock. Nash was no different, he on the other hand, was in tears. I couldn't tell what he was doing, but I could tell he was on the phone. After that I don't know what happened, I just remember being at the venue then waking up inside of the hospital waiting room.

--Megan's POV--

"No," I said sternly. I slipped into my jean jacket quickly as I looked toward my twin sister who had protest written all over her face. "I am going on this date." I nodded once. It's been about three days since I've been out of the hospital. The doctors told me I needed to start getting back into my regular routine. Whatever the hell it was, I needed to do it. This guy, "Ryan", had asked me out earlier today so I decided to say yes. Liz, on the other hand, seems to think it's a bad idea. I just shook my head as I looked into the mirror. I frowned slightly at the person in the reflection. I still had bruises everywhere - stitches included. I rolled my eyes slightly and fumbled around. I quickly put on my shoes and straightened my hair out to a crisp.

"Megan," Liz whined a bit. "You can't go on this date. He isn't Ryan!"

I just shook my head, "Why would he lie?" I asked. I raised my eyebrow when she didn't respond then turned on my heels to face her. "You're jealous aren't you?"

"What?" She asked. Her blonde hair shown brightly against the sunlight beating into the room. Her hands mounted on her slender hips. I rolled my eyes slightly.

"You're jealous I actually have a date and whatshisface dumped you."

"You're insane,"

"Am I?" I blinked. I smiled coyly then walked by her. I made my way down the long wooden staircase. I took a seat on the black leather couch in the welcoming living room and crossed my legs over each other. Liz followed behind me. Her facial structure was telling a story that seemed to be a bit mad. Maybe even sadistic.

"Cameron didn't dump me. We broke up because he felt bad due to conflicting scheduling." She sighed as she sat beside me. I wanted to frown, but I couldn't. I couldn't feel anything but cold harshness towards her. I felt my eyebrows raise slightly before I twisted my neck. A popping sensation going off throughout the house. Liz cringed beside me as her chest fell.

"Megan.." She sighed once more. I opened my mouth to retort but was cut short by the ding-donging off the doorbell. Liz gave me the same look as before.

"Look," I said with a shrug. "I'm going on this date. You can either be happy for me - or you can go and tell Cameron again. It won't change anything. This Ryan you speak of has no memory to me, nothing has any memory to me. You heard what the doctor said, Liz.. I need to start going out and start becoming one with the world again."

"Megan, I'm your sister. Why don't you believe me?" Her blonde hair fell over her face before I noticed her thumbs twiddling a bit. I shook my head, letting out a large sigh.