Shooting Star

Chapter 2

After the interview, Camila was dropped back off at the hotel where she hurried to her room to see if Lauren stayed. She didn't.

Camila checked the entire room, but she was nowhere to be found. Camila was stupid for thinking that for a minute she would stay.

Sighing Camila sat on the edge of her bed and pulled her phone out. She sat scrolling through her insta feed. Most of the things were Lauren so she exited the app. It hurt too much to see her face.

She decided to go for a walk to clear her mind. Camila loved walking and she does it at least once a day. It helps her get her mind off things.

She was making her way down the street when she saw someone with dark hair. She sped up to catch her, but when she reached the person, she realized it wasn't who she thought. Camila put her head down and kept walking.

"Hey watch where you're going, dumbass!" She heard a familiar voice.

Camila whipped her head up and saw a very angry looking Lauren. "I'm so sorry."

"I gotta go. Stupid paparazzis been trailing me for 20 minutes," Lauren said harshly.

"What?! Come on," she grabbed her by the arm and pulled her away from the paparazzi that were getting closer.

"What are you doing?!"

"They can't see you." Camila said simply.

"And why not?"

"Cause you've been dead for almost 12 years!" Camila snapped.

Lauren stopped walking and Camila harshly pulled her so she was walking again.

Camila saw an ally way so she took a sharp left and pushed Lauren against the wall to hide her. The paparazzi passed and Camila let Lauren go.

"What did you mean by 'I've been dead for almost 12 years?" Lauren asked shakily.

"You died on January 6th 2007. Drug overdose. You were found in a hotel room."

"Oh, do I have a grave?" She said after a long pause.

Lauren was taking it very well. Honestly, Lauren wasn't surprised. She knew her addiction would come to this.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure it's in town here. We'll go at night when people aren't out," Camila did.

"Thanks," Lauren said suddenly.

"If you wanna see it, I'll take you. You don't have to thank me."

"Not for that."

Camila grew confused. "For what then?"

"For helping me today. I know I was a bitch, but I was scared. Can you imagine living in darkness for 12 years, then waking up in 2019?"

"No, I can't imagine that," Camila said, once again feeling guilty.

"Oh god, my mom. How'd she take it? She always warned me that would happen, but I only got angry."

"Not good. She did one interview and no one's really seen her since."

Lauren looked down and Camila could tell she felt horrible. Lauren said in interviews that she absolutely adored her mom, and seeing her like this proved that.

"I need to see her. I need to apologize," Lauren said, trying to get away.

"No," I said, grabbing her arm. "I want you to think about it before you do that. How would she react if her dead daughter showed up?"

"...she'd probably freak out."

"Exactly. You should think about it for a few days and if you still think you should see her, I'll take you," Camila said.

"Okay," Lauren nodded.

"I always wanted to get better, you know. Over my addiction, I mean, but I was never strong enough. Whenever I tried, the withdrawal would be so bad that I relapsed."

That shocked her. How long was Lauren using?