Prologue.
My reputation is shot. In fact, it's been stabbed numerous times, sliced into tiny shreds and brutally murdered in the eyes of its peers. It's so dead and gone that the description dead and gone cannot come to describe such a tragedy. It's indescribable, really. To describe what just went happened in the somewhat small court hall would be impossible. For there are no words to describe it. It's just, a mess. That's really all I can muster up at this moment.
What had just happened? I, successful lawyer Miley Stewart, had just completely lost whatever mental stability I have. I belong in a nuthouse.
My mascara dripped down my face like a waterfall as I ran. They were calling after me. Not just them, but everybody. His voice stood out amongst all the screams of worry. I was shocked to hear him speak to me at all since the Incident. His voice was groggy and raspy. It was full of worry, pain and regret. I didn't think my heart could crumble any further yet it seemed to shatter into a thousand more pieces as his husky voice begged for me to turn around. He was feeling guilty, good. I wanted him to stay awake at nights. I wanted him to experience the agonizing heartbreak I'd been forced to suffer through.
I wanted him too. Now, I don't think I can put him through that.
Five or so months ago, I was a stand-up gal. My emotions stood behind a solid brick wall, I was a hard ass and nobody could touch a nerve. Now, I was gasping for oxygen as I ran around LA, desperately searching for transportation. I was not the same girl I had once been, she had vanished somewhere along the lines. He'd stolen her from me and made me into something else... something frightful.
He made me into … me.
How cliché did that sound? As I limped and sobbed my way over to main roads, I realized just how much of cliché I'd become. I'd fallen in love with a criminal. A threat to the very state of society. People gave me warnings about all this bullshit, there were so many signs and I'd failed to stay back. This was one battle that I should've just given up on. Now, I've lost everything. Literally, everything.
The taxi halted as I raised my hand. I slid into the leather seats and praised myself for grabbing my purse during my dramatic exit. The taxi driver examined me curiously; he raised his eyebrows and then nodded to himself making me feel somewhat uncomfortable. I shrugged and wiggled in the skin-tight, soaking wet dress and cleared my throat. 'The airport, please.' I whispered.
I could get away. It wasn't too late. I didn't have to go to England, I could run to Canada. All I knew was that I needed to get away from here. I needed some time away from everybody, him especially. I would come back once he had gone. I glared at the reflection in the rear view mirror. She wasn't me. This was a disaster. This person did not have the brown, curly waves of Miley Stewart. She did not have glowing blue eyes or flawless porcelain skin. She did not have a happy smile or an adorable expression. She was ugly, she was upset. She was another person entirely. This was not me; I refused to let her be.
Maybe running away was the weaker option. People would see me as another wannabe who fell head over heels for the heartthrob and got her heart broken. She would be just another girl. Maybe he didn't even really love me to begin with. Maybe this was all a façade. A cliché. It would make sense; everything was playing out exactly how it was supposed to. Like a well planned out fanfiction story. I cursed myself mentally; I truly was a stupid, stupid girl. Nevertheless, it didn't matter how smart my decision was. Montreal would do me good. Maybe escaping this was a ludicrous option and something I would soon regret. Or maybe it was the best thing I've ever thought of. Maybe saying goodbye was the best thing I could possibly have done. So, with this comes my final decision.
Goodbye, Nicholas.
Hello there. So this is my prologue. I'm taking a different approach with this story and I hope you guys like it. I'm going to post as fast as I can to catch up with myself but the first couple are going to be pretty short. Aw well, I'm excited. Are you pumped? Hope so! STALK ME ON TWITTER; .com/slicedheartz
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