Well, my mom is famous

Barthroom

Scarlett POV:
I'm sitting in my mom's car. We are driving to her studio.
We have plans on being there the whole day. And just spend some time together, and then she will make some music for her new album.
She is humming a song there is playing on the radio.
I don't know it, but it sounds like Micheal Jackson.
Mom always played his music as I grew up, so I know a lot of his songs.

Mom parks the car, at the studio.
"What are we going to do?" Is so before she leaves the car.
"I was thinking I could record some songs, and then we could go out for lunch."
"Okay, that sound nice." I open the car door and step out.
We walk over to the studio, we say hi to everyone.
I take a seat in a chair and watch my mom talk to the producers.
I lean my head back and listen to my mom while she sings. I love her voice, and I have been hearing it less and less since Micheal came into our life.
I feel a single tear fall down my cheek. I don't know why that came. I take it away with my hard.
I look over in my mom's direction, but she not looking at me.
I walk quietly over to the exit.
I push the door open, I look back at my mom. This time she is looking at me. And I can see how her face changes when she sees that I have cried.
I walk out and over to the bathroom.
I lock the door to the bathroom and walk over to the sink. It isn't that bad. My eyes are only a little red.
They haven't got Buffy yet.
I take some toilet paper and put some cold water on it.
I lay them on my eyes to make them less red.
I accidentally open my eyes while having the toilet paper on them.
I get water in my eyes, and it burns.
I pump my hand into the sink and I feel the pain go through my hand.
"Arggh."
I dry my eye with my hand and look in the mirror.
A big red line is over my eye, where I dried.
Its blood.
My blood.
I look at my hand and see blood dropping, from my hand.
"Fuck." I say and put it up in the sink, so there doesn't get more blood on the grounds
"This is a lot of goddamn blood," I say to myself to calm myself.
It doesn't work.
Why did I even think it would work?
I try to control my breath as I wash the blood off. I try to find where the blood comes from, but there is too much blood on my hand.
"Fuck fuck fuck."
There keeps coming blood out of my hand. I start getting dizzy.
I feel how my eyes start to blur, from both tears and dizziness.
I stop trying to make the blood stop and take my hands up to my head to make me focus.
Instead, I start feeling tired and black started forming around my eyes.
I fall.
My head hit the sink.
And then more blood.
And then black.

Gaga's POV:
I look up as I hear the door open.
Scarlett looks back at me as she is walking out. Her eyes are red, and I can see she has been crying.
I feel something in my heart.
And I wanna stop recording now, but it's going too well. And there is only 1 minute left and then I can check on her.

"Great, you done," Ryan says into a microphone.
I smile at him and walk out of the recording room.
"I really need to pee, I'll be right back," I say and leave.
I'm sure she took the closet bathroom. I try to open the door.
But it's locked.
"Hey scar you in there?"
No one answered.
"Scar?"
Again so answer. If there were someone in there they would answer.
"Scarlett!"
I start to panic.
What if she's in there but something has happened and she has passed out and is bleeding out on the floor dying?
"Scarlett Melinda Cynthia Germanotta!" My voice cracks. I try to open the door. Tears a falling down my cheeks.
I can't open the door.
"Someone help me Open the Thai fucking door!"
I hear some doors open behind me and some people running toward me.
"What is going on?" A man asks.
"Do you need help to open the door, who's in there?" A woman asks.
"I think my daughter is in there, and she doesn't wanna answer, what if something has happened to her?" I cry out still trying to open the door.
Let me help you, the man pushes me to the side and the woman put her hand around.
"Where are you recording a song?" She asks me to keep calm.
She doesn't know who I am?
"Yeah." I look at her as her questions make me more relaxed than I thought.
"What is your name honey?"
"Stefani." I watch the man trying to open the door. And I can feel the woman holding me tighter as the man bangs his body against the body again and again.
"Do you have a stage name?"
"Yeah."
"What is it?"
I look at her and back at the man. The woman really doesn't know who I am.
The door cracks open, and the man runs into the bathroom. I run right in his heels.
And there she is.
But
She lay on the floor bleeding to death.
I can feel how my body stops.
My heart stops, I can't feel it anymore.
My legs feel numb, and I fall to the floor. My pants get soaked in my daughter's blood.
And take her hand and holds it close to my heart.
I hold it tight.
"I called 911!" I hear the woman say. But it sounds like she is at the end of a very large hall.
I put Scarlett's hand up to my face.
I can see her clear, my eyes are blurred with tears.
"You are going to be alright," I whisper to her.
A lot of people walk into the room.
Two people put something on Scarlett and lift her.
Another woman is talking to a woman who didn't know who I was.
"Hey, you." A man says and puts his hand on my shoulder.
I look up at him.
I still sit on the floor with blood all over me.
"Do you know her?"
"Yes." I nod my head.
"Are you her mother?"
"Can I come with her?"
"Can you please answer my question?"
"YES, CAN I PLEASE CONE WITH MY DAUGHTER?!"
"Of course, ma'am, follow me."
I help me up and follow me to the ambiance."

R/N: sry for not posting for a while, I have been really busy, but I'm back now. Anyway hope you liked the chapter. In the start, I was blank and didn't know what I was supposed to write but sometimes I just need to write and then stuff just comes to me, anyway again hope you liked the chapter and hope to see you in the next one.

Okay so Idk if you all have heard the new Taylor Swift album, but I was so disappointed with the snow on the beach song tf Lana del Rey. Cuz I could literally not hear her, anyway I'm going to watch the x files now.