One Of These Days... // Dance Moms FanFic

Getting Over Something is Harder Than You Think ***Maddie***

I am greatly, deeply, truly, sorry for that last chapter. #StupidProducers

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 Nobody knows what to truly deal with pain means. Nobody knows that everyone in this world has feelings. Nobody knows what I have to suffer through for the rest of my life. 

 Mackenzie is dead. Gone, kaput. Her fake mom found the note and her body in the room. She immediately called us up and said what had happened.

 My mother says we should hold a lawsuit against the show because, really, they were the ones that murdered her. You were the ones that murdered her.

 So for the rest of my life, I will have to face the fact that my sister decided to kill herself. 

 This is everyone's fault.

 My life, the show, and most importantly, my family will never be the same again.

 And now, I'll have to go to competition and face all of those poeple staring at me.

 To be honest, without Kenzie, I am really nervous.

-On The Bus-

 Abby marched onto the bus and looked around at everyone. She squinted, but then paused. Abby opened up her mouth to speak, but then shut it. Something wasn't right to her. I knew what was the matter. Mackenzie was not here.

 "Where is Mackenzie?" Abby asked. I slouched in my seat a little, not daring to look up.

 "Maddie, where is your sister?" Abby asked me. I gulped and looked up.

  "She, um, can't make it at all. The producers of the show contacted us and told us, um, she could not come, for personal issues. Um, she was forced to go to a funeral. There are camera men there, and uh, yeah. And I mean forced. Like she had no choice," I guess that was a good lie.

 "Okay," Abby said. "Now, I want to talk about something to you girls. 'Last One in Line'. As we know, Mackenzie was not able to make it on the bus, or the competition, so I have no idea what to do. I think that this number should not be changed around, Mackenzie came on the end, even though she is nine, so, it doesn't really matter."

 I watched as Abby took a breath and sat down. Saying that she had to go to a funeral was techinically true. I mean, you're dead and it was about you. You have no choice.

 I took out my phone and turned on some music. All you could hear was sleet pelting the windows and Abby yelling, "Bus driver!" Many people came in and out of my seat, tried to start a conversation with me, but I simply did not care.

 My sister was dead. Today is not an ordinary day.

 Pretty soon, my mom came and sat next to me. She moved all the hair out of my face and bent over, whispering in my ear, "I know you are upset, just try to stick through it, okay?" I nodded and rested my head on her lpa.

 Next, Abby came over. She peered down on us and shook her head. "Wh-wh-what is this? Why is she resting her head on your lap, Melissa?"

 I looked up at Abby and smircked. She looked like this big black mushroom, who would just want to roam around, yelling, "Eat me! Eat me!"

 "Abby, please understand that it is six o'clock in the morning, the kid needs rest." Abby shook her head and folded her arms, letting out a deep sigh. "Maddie," she said directly to me. "You should be begging your mom to get you ready for your solo and freak Kendall out. This isn't, it isn't... Maddie."

 I nodded and turned around to face my mom. I tried to send her a mental message telling her, "Oh boy, how do we get out of this?" My mom just shook her head and lifted me off her lap. Strolling over to the make-up case, I could see her head was down.

 Boy, was today going to be rough.

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 We finally arrived at the competition. My hair was in loose curls- thank you curlers- and I had many 'bruises' on me. There was one over my eye, one over my hand, and one on my chest. My pale-pink costume was on. This was a perfect solo for me.

 I walked to the dressing room so I could mark my dance and listen to anything Abby had to say. My hands were shaking and I was sweating. I was never like this at competition, never.

 I found a nice, open, space and started to rehearse. I tried to practice my emotions, and Abby recognized what I was trying to do.

 "Madison, come here," Abby called. I walked over with my head high and Abby looked me straight in the eye.

 "Go out there and perform the piece. This isn't for fun. This is a serious number and who knows what you could do with it. Maybe, just maybe, there is somebody looking for a stunning kid who can act and dance. Give me a hug."

 Abby pulled me into a hug. When she let go, Kendall was ready and we walked hand-in-hand to stage.  Kendall's costume was gorgeous. It was pink,, black, and so sparkly. If Kendall pulls this off, she just might beat me.

 When we got to the stage, I ckecked in with the stage manager. "Madison..." he mumbled. "You are up. Good luck."

 I was up? I nodded at the gentleman's words and walked to the corner of the stage. "Up next, we have entry 452 in the junior contemporary solo category, this is Maddie performing, 'No Hearts.'''

 The audience roared with applause. I don't know if this made me scared, nervous, excited, or all of them. I walked on stage. This was going to be perfect. I felt it.

 My  music started. I did everything good, not great. My legs started to get wobbly. My knees shoook. I was at the thirty second mark, when BAM, my mind went blank. 

 I stood on stage like a deer in headlights. I could see Abby throw her hands up in the air. I smiled, but I wanted to cry. I did the only thing I could think of. Run off.

 Abby was counting on me. This dance was for Mackenzie. Everything was wrong. Tears dripped down my face and I saw Kendall look at me as I ran into the hall. The doors were straight ahead.

 I ran outside in the frigid cold and walked away from the venue. Luckily, there was a hotel right across the street, so I went in there and sat by the blazing fire place. Heat went through my body and I let out an, "Ahhh."

 When I was all warm, I walked back outside and onto the street. This was the most dangerous thing I have ever done. Two cars were coming my way. Perfect. I jumped in the middle of the street just when they came. They hit me right in the chest, leaving me winded.

 Then, I blacked out.

 I saw the light.

 I had just died.

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BOTH ZIEGLER GIRLS DEAD, LIKE NO, WHY DID I WRITE THAT.