ᴏᴡᴇ ʜɪᴍ ; ᴡ.ꜱ

ʟɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴜʟʙ

As the hours blended into eachother , Sherley was left with a throbbing headache, and a sore throat.

They had been filming for more than 12 hours, and she was about to collapse.

Her head was killing her, her legs were shaking from how much she'd been standing up, she was cold, her arms were sore from swimming, and she was starving.

She didn't dare look at a couch fearing that she would give in and go sleep on it.

But, she only had an hour left of filming, and then she could go home and take a longggg hot shower and finally go sleep.

That was the only thing keeping her going.

But honestly, she was over exaggerating. Even if she was tired, she loved filming and being around her cast.

"Okay guys! Final scene for today. Sherley and Walker please come on up so we can finish up the Hephaestus and Annabeth scene and we can all go home." The directors voice boomed in her head.

She groaned in annoyance and got up to finally finish.

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"It isn't how it should be. It isn't! Eat or be eaten, power and glory and nothing else matters. Maybe i was that-"

I groaned in frustration for the hundredth time as i forgot my lines again.

"Cut!!" The director says, annoyed.

"How about you take a break and revise those lines, okay?" Rick tells me while smiling softly.

I nod and storm off to my quiet place.

I hadn't been able to focus at all after my last break. I felt agitated and restless. Part of me knew why.

After seeing him again, my brain opened up my most painful and vulnerable memories of him. And every-time i thought of him, it would only get worse.

Sometimes i would wake up in the middle of the night panting and shaking from nightmares about him.

I didn't understand what was happening to me.

Sitting down on the cold concrete floor, the wind blowing in my face, my overwhelming sense of sadness suddenly hit me like a truck full of memories.

I was tired, tired from the constant recollections flooding my mind every waking moment. I thought i was over it, but here i was, falling apart, like i always end up doing.

Seeing him again, triggered someone deep within my inner core.
It all was coming back, emotion by emotion.

Maybe it was because i was so overwhelmed by acting, and maybe it was because i wasn't sleeping well, but i broke down in tears.

flashback:

"please dont do this to me." i plead with him.

"you worthless piece of shit. at least she can give me the satisfaction and happiness i need. i don't need you." he says harshly.

"please don't let me be a stranger again, i'll do anything." i cry.

As i entered reality again, the silence of his said words weighed on my shoulders.