The Last Memory
Prolouge
Just remember one thing, if you come back here with a mind that says everything is the same as it used to be, I'll say your fucked.
Her eyes shot open, widened with shock. That memory hits her like a slap in the face, and never seems to go away for just a minute. She clenched her hands together, closing her eyes again. Was it true that nothing will be the same as it was two years ago? Of course it wouldn't. Nothing will. Even her choice to leave the best life she ever had before, and leave it all behind for fame. She was young and naïve back then. She didn't have her own mind to think, right? Wrong. She knew what she was getting herself into, but she still took the fame. Worst mistake of her life.
She opened her eyes again and breathed out softly. She would go back to New Jersey and see the changes. See if anything did change. She jumped out of the lumpy hotel room bed and grabbed her duffel bag which she brought whenever she was on tour. She grabbed the other items that were taken out of the bag and shoved them into her duffel. Once all was done, she raced towards the door and ran out in a rush. She turned to her left and her breath stopped. Her producer was walking up towards her room, looking down at his phone. Her breath hitched, and she could hear her heart thumping with anxiety.
She turned the other way and pleaded in her mind that Jared wouldn't see her. She sped walk through the hall, stopping only when she reached the stairs. A small grin formed on her face when she turned around and saw nothing but an empty hall way. Her heart was still thumping but she managed to relax herself. Gripping the brass handle of the door, she twisted it and pushed. Because the door was heavy, she had a hard time opening it. Once she was on the other side of it, she cautiously closed it, being careful not to slam it.
She ran down the flight of stairs, not breaking a sweat. She sighed softly when she touched the ground. She ran a hand through her chestnut hair and looked around. she was at the back of the hotel, where there was a group of paparazzi waiting outside for her, knowing that she would never go out the front. She bit her bottom lip in frustration and scratched her head. Her eyes widened when an idea hit her.
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She was blinded by the many lights that were flashing around her. But she was relieved that it wasn't her that was being photographed. She covered her eyes with her hand, and ran out of their sights. She was shaking when she was at the corner of the street and was breathing out roughly. Looking around once again, she ran to the nearest diner holding her hat and hood in place.
Besides, any celebrity that's as big as Michelle Torres doesn't want to be seen running away from her fame, right?