Mika and Emily

I Wanna Talk To You

Mika’s POV

After about two weeks I recovered safely and the doctors let me go home. Emily visited me every day twice; once before school and once after school. She’s been so kind to me and reminding me that I would get out of the cold white room soon. Christmas was soon approaching. Emily was currently on Christmas holiday. Mallory has been suspended until January 20th and then she may have to go to a hearing to determine her fate beyond then. The doctors had to stitch up the back of my head since I cracked open my skull a little. My leg has almost completely recovered. I was told I couldn’t tour for another two months. All my scheduled shows were canceled. I felt so bad for my fans. I promised them all half price tickets when I recovered though. It was also a good thing. I would be forced to stay in France with Emily until I recovered completely. She has started to grown her hair out and talked about wanting to dye it brown. When I asked her why, she only said, “I feel like everybody knows me with blonde and pink hair. I need a change. A new start.”

Right now I am being driven to my new condo. I needed a place to stay until I can tour again. The shuttle bus driver dropped me off and I walked into the lobby with my crutches.  I checked into my place which was, of course, on the other side of the complex.  As I struggled into the apartment, I noticed a couple of teenage girls walk past me and give me a dirty look.  They turned around and walked away quickly.

I let myself in and found a note on the counter of the little kitchen.

Mika,

Call me when you get this. We need to talk.

Emily x

I immediately sat down on the couch and called Emily.

“Hello?” she answered

“Hey, it’s Mika. Is everything okay?”

“Um, can I come over? I need to… I need to talk to you in person…” she said. I thought I heard her sniff.

“Sure of course you can… Are you crying?” I asked.

“Um no. I’ll be there soon.” she said quickly.

“Alright bye.” I said but she already hung up.

Fifteen minutes later I heard vigorous knocks on the door.  I walked over to the door with my crutches and opened it. I saw Emily standing there with her eyes watery and her nose red. She was a mess. This was the first time I’d seen her in three days. Her eyes were blotted with black smears and her hair was a different colour. It was brown. Her blue eyes weren’t sparkling; they were clouded with sadness and worry.

“Emily?” I asked.

“Can I come in? It’s important.” she asked. I allowed her to walk past me while I closed the door. I looked at her across the room and said, “What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Oh, like you don’t know.” she said angrily as she fought against her tears.

“I really don’t. I got out of the hospital this morning.” I said. Her hands shifted and something was in it. “What have you got there?” I asked walking slowing to her. She thrusted a magazine to my face. The front cover was a picture of Emily walking out of from her house and she had a hand trying to block the camera. Her face in the photo was angry and annoyed. I have to admit, I had never seen her like that before. The headlines said: Mika’s girlfriend out of control?

“This! This has been all over the news! My face and your face! How could you not know about this! Paparazzi have been swarming around my house for the past few days and nights! They won’t stop. I can’t get out of my house! I can’t sleep! Mika! I’m not sure if I can keep seeing you.” she finished. Oh my God. What have I done to her?