I didn't care if they were going to murder me. I finally said it.
Maybe I wasn't the first ever, but I was the first since the accident.
I leaned against the wall in the green room, and smirked as I drank my water, glancing up at myself on the television.
"Ema... she's a gorgeous, amazing, sweet, honest, pure girl. She's smart, and older than me, but that's okay. Recently, though, she lost her memory. If you heard about the story of the local hero sacrificing himself, then you would know her. That man was her father. And the girl in the month long coma was her."
I glanced down at my feet. I revealed facts about her. I wanted her to be known. I wanted her smiling face to be recognized. I wanted her and her father recognized for their brave actions. I wanted them to be heard.
I sat down, my back trailing down the wall. What if she saw this and was hurt by me revealing her? What would I do if she hated me and never spoke to me again? My brothers were fine, but Ema? I couldn't live with myself. I'd run away until she finally accepted me back. I didn't want to lose her.
"FUUTO!" A voice screamed as my door flung open, yanking me back to the present. A tear-stained girl was standing there, her blonde hair a messy bun, her mascara running from crying, and her lipstick smeared across her lips. Her short dress exposed most of her chest and cut off right beneath her butt. I recognized her immediately.
Damn, I thought. Kamiko is back.
Kamiko was an obsessed fan who somehow sneaked into my crew, and created this false reality where we were dating. I had told her many times that I loved someone else, and rejected her many times. I accepted her flowers and gifts, but I repeatedly told her that we were never dating, and never would.
She threw herself at me, pinning me against the wall. I turned my head away, obviously grossed out.
"I loved you Fuuto, more than that girl ever did, or ever will!" she screamed, leaning closer, her fake boobs pressing against my chest. Disgusting.
"You know nothing about Ema!" I shouted, and pushed her away, I got up, and she reached out and grabbed my leg, causing me to stumble and fall.
"I thought you loved me! You told me you did. And finally the day comes and you humiliate me on live air!" She crawled toward me like a messed up zombie, her eyes red from crying, her make-up running. Ema would never had done this. She would be understanding and support my choices. I tried to shake her off, but she was too strong.
"Kamiko! We never had anything! Please, leave me alone!" I tried to wriggle out of her reach, but she soon pressed her lips against mine. I regained my strength and shoved her away, wiping away the lipstick she smeared on my face. "Security!" I shouted, and soon two guards had rushed into the room to tear the crying maniac off of me.
"I LOVE YOU, FUUTO!" She screamed as they dragged her away. "AND THE ONE WHO STOLE YOU WILL PAY!"