THE Girl With The Siren Voice

Chapter 1: Running Away

"Never do something like that again", said manager Kim as soon as Mr. Collins left the room.

After my return my team's been busy begging Mr. Collins to continue working on my album instead of paying the funds of violating our contract. Apparently, I still owe this company one last album before I can finally be free.

"Let's be happy Mr. Collins agreed on letting you finish your album, otherwise we both would have lost some large sum of money." she continued. But I wasn't really listening to her. What was and had been on my mind ever since my return was, him. Was he okay? Was he angry at me for leaving without saying goodbye? Will I ever be able to see him again?

I should've told him how I felt about him when he confessed his feelings to me.

"Elizabeth!" called manager Kim looking at me. I was so occupied with my thoughts I didn't realize when she rose up and came to stand beside the desk in front of me. I blinked twice before looking at her, "Are you even listening to me?" she asked rather not annoyed at me but worry visible on her face.

I looked around the room to notice all eyes were on me. Sarah, my stylist rose up from her chair and walked to my direction. Out of everyone in my team she's the one I'm close too, she's more of a best friend than a stylist.

I returned my gaze back to manager Kim as I rose up from my chair, "Excuse me" I said as I took my bag and walked out of the room before anyone said anything.

I walked the long white hall filled with artists walking around minding their business. Some didn't even notice me and just walked pass by. To be honest I don't blame them though, a life of an artist can be very exhausting sometimes. There are rehearsals, writing new songs, recording them and when the songs are finally out, it's even more stressful because they will be interviews and performances back and forth. It's just so stressful.

I got into the list and rode it down to the lobby and walked straight out to find my car parked in front with my driver inside waiting for me. I sighed as I'm guessing manager Kim might have called him to take me home. Ever since I got back, they all have been anxious that I might run away again.

I got into the car, and he drove me to my apartment. I quietly went inside. I took off my shoes and threw my bag on the floor as I threw my body onto the bed, laying my head on the pillow as tears started falling down voluntary.

I miss him so much, his smile, his dazzling ocean eyes. I thought leaving was the best solution for all of us but... I'm not happy leaving him, and I don't even know if he's happy I left him. Did I do the right thing leaving?

I shouldn't have run away in the first place, then maybe I wouldn't have met him.

I got up and went to the kitchen, opened the cabinet and took out one bottle of whisky and a glass, of which I didn't end up using as I just drank from the bottle.

Sarah as well as everyone in the company say I look much prettier than before I run away. But I don't feel pretty, I feel dead, I feel like the walking dead. I hate myself for running away, I hate myself for meeting him, I hate myself to singing again and most importantly I hate myself for leaving him.

I felt the cold breeze from the open balcony door brush on my wet cheeks. I got up and went to close it. The weather's so nice, I walked to stand at the balcony looking at the world around. Cars were moving and people walking around looking so cheerful, so happy. I wonder if they'll even notice if I were to disappear. Will they be worried? Will they even care?

My apartment was at the fifth floor. I looked down and it seemed so far away. "It will be a peaceful death, Lizzie; just what you've always wanted." I said to myself as I slowly climbed at the railing. I stood facing the opposite side from my apartment with both my hands at the back on the deck railing. "I love you too Ren." I've been hating myself for leaving without saying these three words to him.