End Credits

The Beginning Of The End

I heard the soft thud of the door of my apartment closing as he walked out. My eyes sting and my vision, blurry. Tears still roll down the side of my face. Because of my hazy and distorted vision, there were only three things that I could see clearly.

One was the bottle of wine with more than a quarter of its contents spilled onto what used to be a pristine white carpet. The same bottle of wine that had been a representation of celebration and love became one that seemed to mock me as if to say "You naive child you thought you could actually have love".

The second thing was the reflection of the broken girl in the shattered mirror, much like her heart. She was in a dress fit enough to be worn by a rich Hollywood actress, it went well with her gorgeous features that, while classically beautiful, held a certain softness. But at the moment, no amount of vintage dresses or perfectly styled hair could hide how vulnerable she felt sitting on the floor with tear stained cheeks and glassy eyes. I would have sworn it was a complete stranger if it weren't for the wide blue eyes staring back at me. Although they were missing the usual sense of childlike wonder that they seemed to naturally have, they were without a doubt the same blue eyes that the entire world had seem to have fallen in love with. Therefore, that girl was, undeniably, me.

The last, but probably most clear thing to me at the moment, was the realization that the last three years of my life had been a complete lie. I felt ashamed. I had lied to my fans, to my manager, to my mother and, worst of all, to myself. To be completely honest, the thing that I felt most ashamed about was that, although I had dedicated my entire life and given everything I had to him, I still wasn't able to make him happy. I grabbed onto the bed needing it as support since I was barely able to stand. I stood up and stumbled a little walking towards the door. I needed to leave this place, everything seemed to remind me off him and no matter what I did I couldn't escape the memories. I walked out into the hallway and walked towards the elevator. While I was waiting I once again saw my reflection in the metal doors. When I was in my room I didn't think about the fact that while it was perfectly fine to look this way in the safety of my apartment, there would be an entire mob of cameras And phones outside the lobby doors just waiting for the tiniest sign that anything that anything was wrong with my perfect fairytale life. I didn't care.

I walked right into the lobby and out the door and was automatically attacked by thousands of camera flashes in my face. For a second I contemplated running back into my room and never leaving for the rest of my life, but just The thought of seeing that place again gave me the strength to run. I ran through the crowd, and across the street; and even then I didn't stop I just ran and kept running until my lungs felt as if they were being consumed by a never ending fire that just felt more powerful by the second. I collapsed on a patch of grass and for the first time took in my surroundings and I realized I was in Dawson park. Dawson part was approximately seven miles from my apartment building which meant I had been running for about an hour.

I reached down into my purse, which I hadn't even realized I had grabbed when I left, because when my senses started to come back I realized my phone had been constantly ringing for quite some time. I grabbed it and looked at the screen. I had 12 missed calls from my mother. In that moment I wished phones never existed so that my mom would have no way of contacting me from a distance. I knew I was in for a lot of yelling. I called her back and was praying to any sort of deity that was willing to listen that she wouldn't answer.

"Where the hell are you Valeria?!?"

If I didn't know that she was pissed off before I definitely knew now that she had used my full name.

"I'm at Dawson's park mother."

"Do you realize how long iv'e been trying to reach you?! Do you realize the mess you've created?! Iv'e been working with Jace for the last hour trying to fix what you messed up." I knew it had to bad if my mother was actually willing to spend time with my manager Jace considering how much they hated each other.

"Do you even know the kind of things they're saying on social media about you?"

Wow there was already news, they sure worked quickly.

" Well here let me tell you. "Valeria Theodore seen rushing from her apartment building not long ago in a startled state, what is Americas sweetheart trying to hide from us now?". Jace and I got the majority of the situation under control but I want you to come to Jace's house this very second and explain to me the reason you decided to act like a complete mess in front of everyone"

Right after she said that she hung up the phone. I knew that was only the beginning of the torture and that I was in for a crap load more of that when I got to Jace's place.

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~Mia