the downfall of mia // hs

chapter 14 // everything's an act when you're pleasing everyone ✓

chapter 14 // everything's an act when you're pleasing everyone

harry's pov

hospitals have always been depressing. they've been depressing all my life. i remember when mia was ten and she fell out of a tree and broke her arm. i stayed by her side the whole thing, through the pain, through the surgery to put it back in place, i was the first one to sign her cast.

and i was here again

mia tried to commit suicide and she would've succeed if it wasn't for the candle she left burning. it caught fire to something and the smoke was immediately detected by the smoke detector and the firemen were there in minutes. they found her in a bathtub filled to the top with red water, her wrists slashed. she probably looked like she was sleeping. that's what she wanted to do i guess, sleep forever.

luckily only the bathroom got most of the fire damage and the water mia was in protected her from the flames although she was already dead.

the firemen came out of the house with a girl who wasn't my mia. this girl was dead. the firemen had little hope on their face of survival for her

but here we are

i'm sitting next to lisa who is also silent. she just keeps her face in her hands.

"mia harrison?" a doctor called into the waiting room. lisa and i stood and ran over to the doctor.

"yes, i'm her mother" lisa said

the doctor nervously looked down at his check board and back at us

"mia is out of surgery, she's a strong girl and we expect her to make a full recovery

if she wakes up" he said

"what do you mean if she wakes up?" i asked nervously

"she's fallen into a coma from all the blood loss and we aren't sure she will wake up. we're doing the best we can" he said and lisa busted into tears. i took a step away from them and let my own tears fall

mia's pov

when i woke up, i wasn't in my bed at home. i woke up to a bright bright light and my throat was parched. i blinked a couple of times and looked at the ceiling. where am i?

"m-mmia?" the women next to me said rushing over to my side

"mom?" i coughed "water please"

i watched tears fall down my moms face and she nodded her head. she rushed out of the room and then i realized where i was. a hospital. and then i realized what i had done.

i had tried to kill myself, but i hadn't succeeded. how? how am i even alive?

a nurse came in and handed me a cup of water.

"mommy, i'm so sorry" i said to her and she continued to cry

"it's okay mia, i should've seen the signs. i'm the one that should be sorry" she said and held my hand

"how did i? how did i survive?" i asked

"the candle you lit, it caught fire and so the firemen came and found you"

of course

"what.. what time is it? how long have i been sleeping?"

"a month" she said softly

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"and we're going to transfer her to greenvile hospital for her mental care" the doctor said in front of me. i sat with my mom in some office in this hospital. fifteen days have past since i woke up.

i haven't mentioned harry yet, but he's all i think about.

"i need time mia, goodbye" replays in my head nonstop

my mom nods her head and signs some paperwork. she's sending me to some mental hospital so i can recover from all the issues i have piling up.

when we left the room and began to walk to the car i finally asked what had been on my mind for these past fifteen days.

"mom, have you spoken to harry?"

she was silent and took in a deep breath

"he was here, the day you tried to.... he stayed for a week before his management threatened his job if he didn't return to the tour"

i nodded my head. i don't think i could ever speak to him again. how could i face him after this?

i went home for the first time today. my mom had the bathroom fixed and my room was clean. everything was where i left it. i picked up my guitar in the corner of the room and sat down on my bed. i gave the strings a light strum, missing the sound

"the role of a lifetime it's living a fantasy

a drama that you struggle to erase

thoughts, battles, words, over deeds

a war with such casualties

all played out behind a smiling face"

i loved the playing the guitar, it made me so calm, so peaceful.

i made a note to pack it with my things once i start this new terrifying chapter of my life

harry's pov

a month and fifteen days. i've counted every day mia has been asleep, just breathing there basically dead.

i've been sick without her. i've felt dead. i put on a fake smile every time i got out and perform or meet a fan. i pretend everything is okay when it's not.

i look at myself in the mirror. i made her do this. i am a monster.

from the corner of my eye i spotted it, a blade. sharp. calling my name. i brought it in my fingers and rolled up my sleeve

it made mia feel better, why shouldn't it do the same to me?

and i slid the blade across my wrist immediately feeling relieved as i watched the blood fall from my wrist