Who are you without me?

1: Getting it together

So maybe the idea of fame wasn't that bad. I mean, there was paparazzi swarming the hotel and it's like a dream almost, watching them all clamor and fight just for a good shot of me in my own place. Flattering, if you had to call it. The suited guy had walked up to me with his lips pursed; he's not a very fun manager. But, there's no fun in this kind of job-- well, if you aren't rich or famous or good at acting already. So it's not exacty a surprise that he's kind of cold. Maybe that's why I hired him. "We need them cleared eventually. Tell the chaffeur on sight to drive off so they think she's in the car. He'll lose them eventually." The only sign to show he was talking besides his mouth moving was the flick of his wrist rather dismissively. 

By all means I'm just confused, and by now I've gotten over my little crying fit rather nicely. The girl who was before me when I woke up, named Genevieve, was my best friend prior to the accident. She brought up my IMDB page and everything; big movie production companies were plastered all over my page. Suddenly, I remembered Jace. A little curious, I asked Genevieve about him. Besides, if you woke up dating one of the hottest celebrities one day wouldn't you want to know how the relationship is like? Although, the bad temper was pretty offputting from his interviews; he seemed like an entire different person. Maybe his manager threw on a bad boy phase for him to get some extra popularity. As if he needed it, anyways.

"He's... him. I mean, you met him at a party once and I pushed you to strike a conversation wtih him and you two clicked. I think he really loves you, he just has a hard time showing it, you know?" Her words were sincere and I think that's why I liked her. She maintained that confident aura that didn't make you feel bad about yourself and that made you confident too standing next to her; and she had one hell of a confident voice. I realize I'm bound to this girl by a friendshipn I can't help but enjoy, and she's the only person I seem to know really. 

"I've got to do a lot of work thanks to you, I'll be back eventually. In the mean time, Gen, don't tell her anything about her life yet. The doctors will release her in a few days, if we're lucky, tomorrow. Either way, we'll keep you a little bit in the dark if you don't mind, Lydia." The suited manager of mine's phone had instantly disappeared from him, and I realize he finished his call a long time ago. I can feel it. The rumbling in my chest that I had in intimidation of this guy before me; it's not exactly like he's charming or anything.

"By the way, my name's Tyler Mathers. Pleasure." But the way his words are spoken aren't nice and warm; they're colder than ice. He barely even has his eyes on me, they're directed towards the window and to be honest, I'm quite glad. He either slightly irritates me with his attitude or intimidates me. While he scurried out of the room, Lydia looked at me sympathetically. "He's just tough sometimes, you know? He can get like that sometimes and god knows why; but nonetheless, you know, he cares, in his own way of course." She was building excuses for him and honestly, I wasn't there for it.

"But anyways," Lydia started out, her voice clear and confident. "You're a celebrity. You got small roles in TV shows and then you turned out to not suck and you got a leading role, and it just kept coming from there. The show's a hit and right now they've put it in hiatus due to your... incident." 

I kind of felt bad. In a way that, well, this could be all my fault and I don't even know who I am. Not only that, but I feel like it's my fault. Completely lost without anyone to rely on, I'm not sure if I can trust anyone or not.

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It hadn't been long until I was allowed to be released. Some patients gave me awestruck looks and honestly, I was a little humiliated; god knew my face looked like a mess, probably. A teenage girl couldn't get her eyes off of me while I walked out the lobby, paparazzi free, which was probably a good thing. 

"Just... get some rest. We'll drop you off at your house; Jace is there." Tyler murmured lowly, a hand on my shoulderblade as I was escorted to the car. The car ride by all means was awkward; I didn't know this Tyler guy, but he's my manager. He probably knows everything about me and I didn't know a single thing about him. 

"What was I like? Before the accident." My voice was shaky; okay, so I wasn't the best at being assertive. He looked over to me with eyes that could literally murder, but his voice was still slightly soft, which gave me at least a little bit of comfort. 

"You... you were something." He chuckled loudly, like it was a stupid question he already knew. "America's sweetheart. I mean, you had your moments of diva freakouts but we made sure the press never knew." He gave off a passive shrug as he scrolled through the blackberry in his hand, and the car suddenly rolled to a stop in a rather lavish neighborhood that rained of opulence. Candles and flowers wafted in the air as soon as I got out of the limo, and the house before me was mesmerizing. 

"This... is my house?"

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Writer's Note: First chapter aaay. School is busy so the next chapter might be a little bit late.