The Voice (An Amourshipping Story)

To the Left, then Right

I open the brown door to be greeted by almost a couple of dozen people.

"Ash!" One girl screamed, recently I haven't been showing how respectful I am to each and every one of them, I blame my depression....Actually, I blame myself.

"Hey sup" I smile brightly at the girls.

"Oh my god!" A girl cried.

A photographer pulled out his camera and started taking pictures of me, I hate the flash. I'm going to go blind by that flash one day. I normally don't make the papers anymore so I doubt I'll be in it.

'Ash tryin' B-ASH his depression!?' I bet that would be the title if I did make the paper, it's been a while since people have seen my face.

"Can I take a picture with you?" Another girl pulled out her Iphone and asked me. Excitement was written all over her face, how? I don't understand how people can be this happy over meeting someone like me, wasn't that long ago since I punched a fan for calling me names, they should be scared of me.

I put my arm over the girl and use my other hand to move my hair to the side. I smile and she counts down.

"3....2....1!" 

The flash once again hits my eyes.

"Thank you!" She lays a small peck on my cheek.

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After taking the pictures and riding home, I open my front door to my mansion.

I feel like this is all just a dream, a nightmare. Money doesn't make me happy, like yeah it lifts a lot of weight off my back but it doesn't make me happy.

I pull out my phone while closing the door behind me.

'3 missed calls - Scooter Braun' 

"Scoots...." I sighed.

Scooter was there for me during the hard times, I think he understood the pressure that was on me at such a young age.

I thank him for that, along with Mom, couple of friends, and mostly my true fans.

I decide the text him instead.

'You called?' I typed quickly.

Almost instantly my phone buzzed.

'Someone seen you leave, you're all over Twitter. But! It's not all bad news, Ellen wants you to go on her show. This is a good chance to show everyone that you've changed.' He sent.

He must really want me to do this because he'd never reply this fast without it being serious.

For some reason I felt like going on Twitter and looking at all the tweets but it's been a long time since I've opened Twitter.

'Sure, when?' I reply.

'Tuesday' He replies almost instantly again.

That's 3 days away....

I put my phone down and walk over to the mirror. I look at myself, staring into my deep brown eyes, Cola eyes. That's what Dawn used to say. I felt a smile crawl up my face.

I miss them,  May, Cilan, Kenny, Misty....Gary, and.....Her.

Her honey blonde hair that the moon would break through, her ocean blue eyes, perfect skin - not a pimple to be seen, her perfect figure, the strawberry scent.

Serena.

I think I have her number somewhere...

I pulled my phone out nd started to scroll down the contacts.