Trainwreck Chapter One …
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I make the most of all the stress,
I try to live without regrets,
But I'm about to break a sweat,
I'm freaking out,
Its like a poison in my brain,
Its like a fog that breaks the scene,
Its like a vine you can't untangle,
I'm freaking out.
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"Miley, we need to talk." He parents came over to her bed, as she lied there with an aching headache. She moaned softly, dragging herself to the bathroom to throw up.
"This time you've gone too far." Her father said harshly, as she winced at his words, collapsing back on the bed.
"Sweetheart, we just don't want to see you like this." Her mother said, pointing at her state.
"Why are you putting yourself through this Miley?" Her father asked, as her eyes fluttered closed.
"It was just a mistake, ok? A stupid mistake which I now regret. I didn't see the harm at the time, everyone else was drinking, so I just didn't think of the later consequences." She said, her head buried in her pillow, the coolness of it relieving some of the heat and pain her head was going through.
"Do you ever Miley? This isn't the first mistake you've made, and you never think of the harm its going to cause." Said her father, pacing up and down her room.
"First you die your hair black without telling us, then you go and get a twenty year old boyfriend, your always staying out late, getting in to trouble, lying to us, breaking things, forgetting important things, and now getting drunk in a club your not even meant to be in." Her mother exclaimed, gently dabbing a wet cloth on her forehead.
"Look I'm sorry okay? I'm the one that's suffering because of my mistakes, not you, I'm the one who's life is a never ending Trainwreck, not yours, and I'm the one that looks bad in the press and has millions of haters, not you." She yells, wincing in pain.
"Sweetheart we're just looking out for you." She said, turning to her husband.
"Hunny, I think we should let her get some rest." She said to Billy in a hushed tone.
"Alright, I've called a doctor to come check up on her, and I've called Joey to see what we're going to do about this." He answered in the same tone, as they both quietly head downstairs.
Ring Ring.
Almost immediately her phone started to ring. She groaned and turned over, picking it up, her eyes still closed.
"Hello?" She said softly.
"What were you thinking Miles?" Said Mandy, seriously angry and concerned.
"I don't know, I guess I was just acting too old for my age." She said hesitantly, unsure of the volcano about to erupt.
"ACTING TOO OLD FOR YOUR AGE?! YOU WERE MEANT EVEN MEANT TO BE IN THAT CLUB LET ALONE DRINKING TWELVE FREAKING CUPS!!!!!" She shrieked, causing Miley to move the phone away from her ear.
"Mandy I'm sorry, but I'm suffering from my mistake aren't I?" She said, putting the ice pack on head. She heard her slowly inhale, then exhale.
"I'm sorry Miles, I'm just really pissed off that you would pull a crazy stunt like this." She said in a calmer tone.
"Its okay Mandy, at least you're here for me." She sighed in a subdued tone, remembering all her old friends who had left her.
"Miles, they're all idiots, especially Nick." She muttered under her breath, cursing him silently. Tears silently rolled down her cheeks as she remembered him.
"Anyway, I think I need to break up with Justin." She said, as someone knocked at her door.
"Stating the obvious Einstein." She said, laughing.
"I called him before, and he said he'd be here in ten." She said.
"Good luck Miles." She said, flicking her hair back.
"Miles, there's someone here to see you." Said her father, as he pushed the door open, then walking back downstairs as she heard the slow squeaking, and his heavy footsteps.
"Hey Miley." Said Nick shyly, standing in the doorway.
"Was that Nick?" Asked Mandy from down the phone.
"I- I'll call you back later Mandy." She said hesitantly, not sure if she was imagining Nick there.
"I heard about last night." He said, standing awkwardly by her bed.
"Who hasn't heard." She muttered bitterly.
"I just thought I'd come over… to see if you were… doing okay." He stuttered.
"I was doing a whole lot better till you turned up." She said, running her hands through her messy hair.
"I'm sorry." He said slowly, wondering what else he could say.
"The doors that way." She said, pointing at her door.
"Miley." He said pleadingly.
"Leave." She said, as Justin strolled in.
"Hey Mi, you wanted to talk?" He said casually, hands in his pockets.
"Nick, get out of here." She said, keeping her voice under control, as he sheepishly walked out, feeling rejected.
"Justin, I really like you, but I think starting to date you was like a huge mistake." She began, stopping as she saw hurt wrapping him.
"Your breaking up with me because of the press?" He asked, leaning forward.
"No, because… your too old for me, and since I've started dating you, I've just got nothing but trouble." She said, denying the fact the press had a lot to do with this break up.
"Whatever Miley, I'm out. " He said, walking towards the door, hands still dug in pockets.
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