encanto reacts to the media

Intermission pt.2

/////TW mentions of suicide\\\\

"Words,"- speaking.

'Words,'- personal thoughts.

'words'- evil bad voice in Mirabel's head.

Words- lyrics

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Its morning. at least that's what Mirabel thought. there weren't any windows so it was hard to tell. It was dark and cold. But that didn't seem to bother anyone else. They were all gathered close together, probably to stay warm. Well, all accept her and Bruno. Bruno was about an arms distance away curled up in his ruana. He looked warm, uncomfortable but warm.

She finally paused a minute to look around at where Casita had poof-ed them to. It was a reasonably sized room that looked much like the dining room back home. There were a few key differences. Such as the lack of personality and life. But there were no windows, no dining table, and no way out.

But she noticed something new, now there were sofas and a projection? Where was that coming from? She also noticed that there was food on a side table in the corner of the room.

'There's no way out, how are you going to avoid this conversation?' Mirabel thought to herself.

'well....'

'no, no, no, no' Mirabel thought over the voice in her head as she shook her head.

"Mira? Can we talk now?" Mirabel looked over to see her mom getting up from where she slept and make her way over to her.

"Yeah, okay mamá." She responded as she shifted to face her mom.

"I want to understand what we can do differently," Her mama started.

The two talked for what felt like hours. They talked about how Mirabel was treated differently ever since her failed ceremony, and how her Abuela was a good part of the reason for that. She admitted to all the hard work she does around the house to make up for not being able to help in the village, and the guilt she had from her failed ceremony. They talked about how Luisa had been taking on too much and how Isabela had treated her. The one thing they hadn't talked about was her leaving. But they talked until Abuela woke up.

When Abuela woke up she woke everyone else up too. They had all gotten up to get food from the little table in the corner. They all took seats in the new sofas, and they sat there in awkward silence. That was until-

"So, tió Bruno," Camilo started while giving his tió a look, "You don't look like how mamí said you did."

Mirabel smirked and looked over to her primo.

"You mean he's not seven feet tall. No way," She said with her voice dripping with sarcasm. She was happy about the change in mood.

"Enough joking," Dolores said as she turned to her primita, " Mirabel please tell us why you were leaving."

"I finally realized that no one cared," Mirabel started with a sad look in her eyes, "I realized that if I left then it would be another Bruno situation."

"I thought that leaving was the better of my options," She continued before she was interrupted.

"What did you think your options were?" Her tió Felíx asked carefully.

" Well option one was to stay and continue to be pushed aside and used for the rest of my life," she said while avoiding eye contact with her Abuela and Isabela.

"Option two was to run away like I thought Bruno had. Getting out of the Encanto and starting new on the other side of the mountains," Mirabel said. She really didn't want to tell them about her third option.

"And your third option?"Luisa asked slowly.

Mirabel looked around at her family. She could tell that most of them understood what her third option was. She could see it in their faces. In their eyes. Even Abuela looked worried about what she knew her third option was. There was only one who didn't know what her third option was. And she couldn't bear to tell Antonio that her third option was to die.

When she looked back down at her feet she felt herself being tackled in a bone-crushing hug from her older sisters. She heard whispers of apologies from everyone, minus Abuela.

When her sisters had finally let go she looked to her Abuela as she cleared her throat.

"Mi mariposa, I am sorry," Abuela said with a shake in her voice, "I am so, so sorry." She got up to give her granddaughter a warm embrace.

'Yeah this is nice' She thought to herself, 'not perfect, but nice.'

She looked at the projection as it started to move and sound started.

<Hi! so,,,,, sorry it took so long to get this out. I was recovering and then school started up again and eugh.... But I hope you all like this. and if I misspelled anything please tell me. please comment and vote it really makes my day>

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