MIKA

Seriously

--Mika's POV--

"Are you okay love? We can cancel?" Mama asks as I stand in front of a mirror straightening my tie.

I shake my head.

"He'll come back. He always does. Just keep your head up honey," she says.

"I don't think he's coming back. I don't even know if I want him to," I tell her as I lean against the table in a dressing room.

"Don't talk like that Mika. You want him to. You wouldn't be acting like a wreck if you didn't."

"Please stop mother," I ask.

"Mika-"

I then lose it. I shove everything from the table to the floor and throw the chair. Mama steps back in shock. She doesn't try to stop me from freaking out.

"Maybe you should've stayed with that girl," she says.

I stand with my back to her and laugh.

"Your the reason I'm not with her. It's your fault. All of this!" I shout, now facing her.

She slaps me across the face, stares at me for a few seconds, and then leaves. I fall to the floor. Everything is falling apart. At least I am.

"They're ready for you Mika," someone says as they knock on the door.

I make it through the interview. I make it through taking pictures and signing autographs. I make it back to the hotel.

When I enter the room I make sure to lock the deadbolt. Then I undress myself and start the bath. I just lay in the tub and cry myself to sleep. When I wake up the waters freezing. I don't even know what time it is. I don't care what time it is.

I make my way to the bed and crawl underneath the covers. I hear my phone vibrate on the nightstand. I don't care who it is. I just don't care about anything right now.