I Saw Her

2nd September, 2019

Dear Diary,

So Swill is a really shitty person. I don't know how he got connections, or what magic he did, he started shooting in 2 weeks. Who does that! Why is he shitty? Because he chose the wrong actor and he can't let me rest. It's 4 am and he's called me to the set. You know what, I'm not going, so goodnight.

Dear Diary once again, the real one, the one above was like a PS note

It's 8, and well now I can't go to sleep, I have to be on set. Just grabbed my bag, down the elevator, walked across the street, down the stairs, and into the tube. I should've left at 4 am itself, because I just saw Sofia on the train. You might be thinking what's the problem? The problem is, she was with Hobart, as she had held onto his arm tightly, as Hobart was stroking her head. I took out a book and started writing an idea, because I didn't want to notice the hell going on right in front.

The station was near so I stood near the door. Those two came behind me. The door opened a little as it reached the station when I felt a push from behind. "Hey idiot, move it man. Future Oscar winners here." Hobart pushed me once again as I fell to the ground. They walk over my leg without offering me a hand. I tried to get up when the doors of the train closed with my foot between them. I screamed in pain. Luckily for me, the train reopened once again. I think my foot might've fractured. Again, luckily there was a doctor at the station who came over to me and helped me. I looked up to see Hobart and Sofia leaving. I did see Sofia turning back looking a little worried. I could see her mouthing the words, "I'm sorry."

The doctor told me that it was just a small bruise and wrapped a bandage around my foot. I somehow limped my way to the set. Swill was waiting right there. "Hey! Hey! Hey! Nice to see you. You're limping? Looks like Halloween came early. Nevermind that, you hungry? Cause I'm starving. Also, that right there, the camera man is Shaun Kardashian. No relation to the Kardashians, that's a nickname for him cuz he likes coloured things." Suddenly Shaun replied, "Just so you know, only I get to make Black jokes, when you say it, it's racist." "Don't worry, it's not racist, even though I couldn't see him at 5 am here." Shaun replied even more loudly, "That's cause your late ass comes in at 8 with that drunk."

Swill took me around the set, "So this is the..... Well set, and that's your chill room. I know your issues, so I hired a therapist for you to talk to on set. And if you're hungry, you know who to find." I raised an eyebrow, "cause you're hungry too?" "BINGO" Swill screamed at the top of his voice. I jerked at the spot in fear. I guess I'll need to use the therapist to the fullest if you do this. I went inside the trailer so I could meet my therapist. As soon as I opened the door, I heard a scream beside me. Shaun was holding his nose and was lying on the floor. "Geez, you hit me." "Sorry, I didn't see you there." He rolled his eyes, "Wow, just join Swill." He got up and left silently while holding onto his nose.

So well, my Therapist was a girl. "Hey welcome, My name's Doctor Liz Sigmund, and I'm your therapist." I shook her hand, "Hello missus Doctor Sigmund." She replied, "Actually it's just Liz Sigmund, doctor is my designation." I shook her hand again, "Hello missus Just Sigmund." She shook her head, "Just call me Missus Liz Sigmund." "Oh right, I'm sorry for getting your name wrong, Missus Missus Sigmund." "You know what, sit down, now I need a therapist." She left the trailer as Swill entered in. "Looks like you hit it off with the therapist. I remember the time I went to the therapist, I had some fun times." Swill made the sign of double quotations with his fingers. "Ummm, not sure if you remember, you went for lunch on a date, and you ate for three people." "Well that's what I called fun. Now come, we're getting ready for the scene." He left whistling a tune. "He's weird. I guess I'll go for the scene."