My safety blanket

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it's been a while since I wrote a Jaiane short story so here ya gooo (Imma do 2 short stories and then jump to another 5 chapters of the sequel is that ok for y'all?) Be aware of spelling mistakes as i didn't proof read it 💕

you know, being an actor might seem all chill and easy and fake tears, but it's not, its tiring, fuck it's exhausting. Needing to look your best all the time cause you don't know when someone will see you and snap a photo you didn't give permission to, strict diet cause you need to portray someone else and that someone else is seen as skinnier then you, faking accents, disowning your own heritage, stalkers while you get a cup of coffee at Starbucks, sleepless hours as you're still doing a scene over and over again cause the director didn't like the angle or your hair, needing to fake a smile everywhere you go and needing to be nice to everyone cause you can't afford a negative comment about you as it would most probably ruin your whole career, you become a robot, no emotions besides happy fake emotions.

But sometimes it's hard to show happy emotions when you're falling apart, when you've been through so much in life, when you were nose to nose with your death at only 17 years of age, when you've lost a baby sister while you were in recovery, when that friend that said she had your back left you with your head open on the pavement and it had to be a man on a bike riding behind you to call you an ambulance, when you couldn't do the smallest things alone, you couldn't talk or move, when you fought so hard, you gained a six pack and grew your hair and self confidence back, only to become a robot.

when you were told what could happen to your family from a young age just to prepare you from something heart-breaking, when you had to be an independent woman only at 14 because your family was taken away from you, because society isn't able to see hearts, souls and hard work, society doesn't know what empathy means, society needs documents, passports, and a particular pigmentation. you fight for justice, you work hard to change society's way of thinking, you become a robot just to show visually what happened to you and to millions of others, the audience cries, they feel for you, but they're still blind to the fact that it's based on true events so they don't do anything besides wipe their eyes and say what a great robot you are and how raw your acting is, they can't see that you weren't acting, that the tears that left your eyes weren't forced, your voice shattering as you said your line was real, nothing was forced, everything just came back in front of your eyes, everything you've been through.

shit life is hard when you're famous.

__________this wasn't the actual story lmao i'm sorry I needed to vent lowkey proud of my last paragraph there tho __________

Jackie stirred in the single bed she was laying in, she was at work right now, Laura and Taylor were having trouble with their scene so since there were 2 more scenes before hers and Maritza she decided to lay down for a few minutes and ended up falling asleep even though she promised Diane they'd watch Bob's burger till their turn came

"ay big J get up your baby is crying"

A voice says waking her up, she stirs in the bed not processing what was said

"fuck off I'm tired"

she groans looking at the time, 4 in the morning and she was still at work

"come on I'm serious get up she's having another attack"

Jackie turns around slowly once more not aware of what was being sad to her, she rubs her eyes

"is it my turn yet? ahh Dascha why did you wake me up!"

she continues groaning as she stretched her tall body her feet now dangling from the edge of the bed

she forces her self awake once she hears someone's breath hitching, she turns around quickly and sits straight up her eyes locking with Diane, the woman looks at her her eyes broken, her chest rising and falling with no pattern, her whole body shaking as she was held by Dascha's left arm to help her walk while with the other hand Dascha was holding her phone as she was live streaming

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