𝐀 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 ✓

Chapter 65

I saw Barron running towards me, his expression shocked with concern. And I felt someone else running towards me, trying to help me up.
Millie.

I felt paralyzed.
They didn't see the pole like I did with Hayden, only Barron saw it. Were they that distracted ?
I had fallen to the ground due to shock, and Millie tried to help me up.
Barron helped me up as well, his expression shocked.

"Oh my god, are you okay ?"
He said softly, hugging me.
"I'm okay.."
I managed to say, also hugging him back.
My heart was beating loudly in my ears, and I couldn't get a full sentence out without pausing or stammering.

I then realized what happened, and started to cry.
The pole had hit Mars' coffin.
Luckily it didn't break, but it left a lot of scratches. I guess the wood was stronger than I thought.

The funeral was all ruined.
Ruined.
Barron hugged me tighter, trying to help me calm down, but I couldn't.
I saw Rajwan, Hayden and Johnny running towards me.

The priest let out an angry howl, and left.
A few people did the same.
Mars' mother started up at us, then at her nephew, Matt, disappointed.
Then I saw Hanin in the view.

I was about to say something, but Allison already started to do so, like she read my mind or something.
"Hanin, you ruined everything !"
She yelled angrily.

Hanin snickered evilly.
I didn't want to hear her explanation. I already knew why.
I let go of Barron's waist, and ran towards the set, towards my trailer.

I sat in front of the mirror, and as soon as I saw my reflection, I started to cry.
Mars' funeral was ruined. His coffin was ruined. Everything was ruined.

I wrapped my arms around my head, sinking my face onto the table, my shoulders shaking with sobs.

Why ?
Because I didn't give her the role ? Did she honestly think that I'm gonna pass down a chance to work with Sadie Sink and get to know her, just for her ? Being the usual toxic friend she was ?

Who does she think she is ?

I could stop crying.
Mars deserves a proper funeral, and when we get the chance to plan one, she ruins it.
Such a good friend.

Then it hit me.
The paparazzi. They filmed everything.
I didn't care though, I was too upset.

A few moments later, I heard the door creaking open. Not looking up, I dismissed it quickly, thinking that it was just the wind. My door has never been so solid.

But I heard footsteps walking softly on the floor. A chill ran down my spin. They weren't back yet, were they ?
The funeral is still running, right ?
I wasn't sure.

I thought, maybe I could just look up, but no. Being a usual idiot, I decided that I shouldn't. By that time, I had stopped crying. Maybe that person, who might be Hanin or Judy, is here to make a deal with me, or you know, fight.

I had to look up when that hand touched my shoulder.

To Be Continued..

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