Prologue:
Sometimes, lying is just easier.
Sonny smiled politely to everyone as she walked through the studio doors. She grinned and laughed and joked like the brilliant actress she was. It was all a facade, just a lie. That happy, bubbly Sonny was long gone. She missed the days when she had something to look forward to – when she had cared.
Because you can't face it anymore.
Sonny jumped up suddenly, unable to take it any longer. Her eyes flickered to the rival show, and she met Chad's eyes. His gaze lingered on her for a while before Sonny winced and sprinted out the door.
Sometimes the right thing is the hard thing.
Something had flamed between the two, something the rest of the cast couldn't stomach. The way they looked at each other now . . . Guilty and regretful and sad and confused . . . Whatever was between them, they just couldn't take it back.
And you have to walk away.
"W-What would we have done if it a-actually was s-something?" Grady asked shakily. Nico stared at the roof blankly.
"Nothing," he said to his best friend. "We would have done absolutely nothing. Think about the show! About our friends. It just couldn't-"
Pain was her easy way out.
Letting a small whimper escape her lips, Sonny dragged her body across the room on all fours. She flipped the light switch and stared into the toilet, feeling somewhat relieved there was a way to get herself out of this.
"One, two, three!" she whispered, throwing her head back as she slid the finger down her throat. It wasn't a pretty sight.
Because everything was in ruins, slipping through her fingers like water.
She was broken.
A/N: Its sort of my first angst story, after deleting another one which you maybe could have called angst. Oh well, it's my first prologue too, so I don't know how that went either. But I'm proud of this story and like where i think this is going, so please review if you like it.