*Authors Note: Before you read chapter one, I just want to say that this story deals with depression. This story will also include profanity, smug, and violence.
On the bright side, this story will contain all sorts of music that you might like and will have a variety of celebrities that you might love. Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoy the story! :)*
The sun was starting to rise and Violet once again found herself sitting on the rooftop of her house with a bottle of whiskey in her hands. Her eyes were red and swollen as she looked up at the sky, remembering the man she was going to love for the rest of her life.
It's been almost a year since her boyfriend passed away in a tragic car accident, leaving behind the girl of his dreams, and his two children, a daughter and a son. Everyone was still angry at the girl, as she skipped out on his funeral and dived into her work, which was making movies and recording music.
She didn't know what to expect from her close friends whom she counted as her only family. Most of them were angry that she didn't show up to his funeral, meanwhile, the other half would constantly blow up her cell phone, hoping that she was okay.
Was she okay? No. Every second, every minute, every hour, and every day that past she was still confused and haunted my the whole thing. When she wasn't working she was sitting on the roof of her home with a bottle of booze in one hand and a bottle of pills in the other, losing the meaning of life, love, and peace. More and more each day she found herself asking, "Is life worth living? What is the point of life if your gonna grow old and die anyway?" Questions that she didn't understand the answers to.
Almost a year and the girl was finally finishing up her 15th album, one that she knew would be a hit. Yes, the girl was overly confident and most times a bit cocky, but it felt like her whole career was a hit. Every album was either Grammy nominated or a Grammy award-winning album and every movie and television she was apart of she would be nominated or earn an Oscar or a Golden Globe. Her album was coming out in a couple of weeks, and once again she will be forcing herself on tour 24/7.
At the age of fifteen when her career started it never stopped. She never liked laziness and didn't know the definition of what relaxation was. But with the death of a loved one, she barely had time to sleep. A few weeks ago she was almost sent to the hospital for exhaustion by a person named Norman Reedus, a close friend of hers who she'd work with on The Walking Dead since 2010.
The wind blew through her long black hair as the orange ball in the sky was starting to beam on her face. A small smile formed on her lips, knowing that this was the only sight that would make her smile, even then it was a small smile that would soon be replaced with a frown.
Her phone beeped as the girl pulled it out from her jean-pocket, seeing a text from Norman, saying 'I'm outside of your house, let me in.'
The girl let out a sigh as she climbed through the window, back into the bedroom that was now a spare. It was a baby room, Violet and her boyfriend were planning on having children after the wedding. More tears started to form as she rested her hand on her stomach, trying to think of what it would be like to have a daughter or a son. They also had two other rooms set up on the second floor, for the son and daughter who were now missing a father.
His two children were close to Violet, in fact, before the girl and her lover talked about a wedding and having more children, his kids were already saying she was their 'stepmother.' But after the funeral, Violet hasn't made any contact with the kids, or any of his family members for that matter.
Violet's boyfriend, Shawn, who tragically passed was also an actor, both met during the filming of 'Donnie Darko' at the age of fifteen. However, they didn't start dating until Violet was eighteen, due to Shawn being a few years older than her.
Violet walked down the marble steps and walked into the kitchen before opening the front door to greet her friend. Norman knew that she was still reeling from the death but he hasn't found out about all the alcohol and pills she had consumed in her body.
She opened the front door and saw Norman sitting on her front steps as his motorcycle was still turned on. "What do you want?" She asked the man, hoping that it would be a quick visit.
Norman turned around and removed his glasses with a small smile on his face. He felt bad for the girl and only wanted to comfort her but he never really knew what to say or do that would help make her feel better. "Scott and Robert wanted me to ask you to come in today? Film a few scenes? You don't have to be with us for the whole day..." he said but trailed off, hoping that she would say no. The boy knew that all she did was work and wanted her to just relax and take time off, but it wasn't a decision that he could make for her.
"Yeah, sure. Just let me put on some shoes and grab my keys." Violet said to her friend as he let out a sigh.
The girl grabbed her keys, put on her black heeled boots and closed the door. Norman had started up his bike as he waited for the girl to hop on the back. "Uh, hello...I brought my bike with me," he informed the girl as he saw Violet walking towards her car.
"If I'm not there for the whole day how am I going to drive back?" She asked in a sassy tone.
"I can drive you back," Norman replied. Violet always liked the cool wind. Whenever she could feel the breeze, it would sometimes help her relax. And that's why Norman brought his bike, so she could sit down and relax as the wind blew through her hair.
At first, Violet felt a little hesitant, remembering the incident that happened last time she got on a bike with Norman. It was three years ago, and Norman was taking her to some restaurant for her birthday, along with her fellow Walking Dead co-workers. Norman had decided to take a 'shortcut' through the woods and as he followed the dirt path, a broken fence from Violet's right side had a long sharp piece hanging out of it. As he sped through the path the piece of fence had caught Violet's arm, slicing it open.
Violet remembered the moment clearly, especially the part where the two had to stay in the hospital the whole night, missing out on the celebration party.
"Fine," Violet said as she hopped on the bike. The girl had wrapped her arms around Norman before he pressed on the gas. As they slowly drove out of the parking lot Norman looked down at her hands, remembering the one night stand they shared when she was single.
"Can we make a quick coffee stop?" Norman asked her.
"Sure, but just don't go to a place where we can be easily discovered." She said to her friend, not wanting the paparazzi to spot her. Somehow, they knew she skipped the funeral, and now whenever she's spotted by a reporter they tend to conjure up some story that was a load of crap, especially stories that involved 'another man.'
