Lost- Leonardo DiCaprio (sequel to best mistake)

Chapter 1

I get up. Look in the mirror. Pee. Go downstairs. Eat. Get dressed. Lie in front of the tv. Repeat that until I die. I haven't been seen by the public since Malia died. Everything she'd been through they thought it was suicide, witch of course no one knew about until her therapist released her papers. She's a stupid bitch for doing it but you can't ignore a dead girls wishes, even if she made them while she was alive. I decided that I'm ready to meet with her therapist today. I haven't left the house in a year.

The cold wind hits my face hard and blows me back slightly. I struggle to breathe because the wind is taking my breath away. "Malia used to take my breath away." I think to myself as I climb into my car for the first time in over a year.

I have trouble remembering how to drive but it eventually comes to me. Paps waited outside my house for months but eventually they gave up. I never had the bad ones though, they would leave me notes and slide them under my door saying that they hope I'm ok. In a way that made me quite happy. There's none now and I can drive through the streets like I could before I was famous. I turn the radio down because the sounds are ringing in my ears and I think about turning the car around, then I remember what I need to do. For Malia. She was broken and didn't tell me, when she needed me I wasn't there, and the drugs, I should've stopped it. People used to say to me that Hollywood is bad and can ruin your life, but I never agreed. Now I've ruined my career but all I care about is that my girlfriend died. Go figure

I kind of forgot how sad walking into a therapists office is. People walk out of identical doors and rooms looking defeated, like they've been alive for so long and have slept once. Malia's therapist I didn't know, I met her around once or twice when she came for home visits and that one time Malia cooked dinner. I know she was a real friend though. I shuffle towards the front desk and sign my name awkwardly with the black pen. People stare at me a bit but I chose to ignore them. I sit in the waiting room for five minutes until I see a woman with dark black hair approach me. She leads me to a room that looks exactly like the others and sits me down in front of her desk.

"So Leo, how are you?" She says calmly. I stare at her blankly for a while. She nods and passes me some files. "These are Malia's." She tells me. "Do you have any questions?" I nod again and clear my throat. She stares at me again, sympathy in her eyes.
"What- what happened? I know she died from the drugs but. I don't know anything else."
"Read the files and then comeback Sunday." She gives me her card and opens the door. I get up and shuffle towards the it, she grabs my hand as I leave and tells me to stay safe. I fake smile at the receptionist and walk out the double doors at the front.

Someone's called the paps because they're everywhere, some shouting and some asking if I'm okay. I place my sunglasses over my tear filled eyes and get in my car.

A/N
Woooo sequel! I'm gonna try and update this as much as I can.
Thanks for reading hope you enjoy this. (I will try to make this better then the first book lmao that ones awful.)