Stelara is nothing like her sisters. True to their names, they are ravishingly beautiful, and have never had to worry about success. They've always out shined Stelara in the beauty department, but that stopped bothering her long ago. Obsessed with t...
Please understand that we are running a real show here! I cannot simply take her off of the show. What's more, that contract is paying your hospital bills. Your daughter sacrificed her chance at love on this show so that you had a chance at living. If that doesn't change your mind, we are willing to pay for a flight for you to here.
Yours Truly,
Hank Ryan
"Anna, I..."
"You sold out your friend to save your mom?"
I look down and bite my lip, holding back tears. "You don't understand. I love my mama."
She joins me on the bed and wraps her arms around my waist from behind. "I do understand," she whispers, cheek resting on my shoulder. "I lost my mama a year ago. I would've done anything to save her."
A tear trails an ivy path down my cheek. "I'm sorry."
"Hey, I'm not looking for sympathy. This is about you right now."
I sigh and reach for her hand unconsciously. "I ended Selina."
"Probably."
"For myself."
"For your family."
"Because I'm selfish."
"Honey, if you were selfish you wouldn't kill yourself with work every day. When's the last time you truly enjoyed yourself?"
I think for a moment and smile fondly. "That night at the pool."
"Before the show."
My mind blanks.
"You aren't nearly selfish enough, Stella."
I shake my head in disagreement. "It's not like I work for my family or some noble cause. I work for recognition. I'm a horrible person, Anna."
She sighs. "Everyone is inherently evil, Stelara. Maybe this show is your second chance to make a change in your life."
"I don't want to make a change in my life!" I cry. "I want to make a change in the world."
"You want people to remember you when you're dead." She summarizes bluntly.
"Yes."
"Stupid."
"What?"
"I said, stupid. If it's death you're afraid of, then it's life you should be living!"
"I am living."
"You're breathing," she disagrees. "Have you ever gone sky diving? Watched a sunset? Looked up at the stars? Have you ever watched a really bad movie or had a sleepover?"
I remain silent.
"Little moments are what'll count. You really want to be remembered? Become a politician. But something tells me you're better than that." She pats my knee and leaves me alone with my thoughts.
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