Rock Star Life
By: Karilicious123
Chapter 4: Break it Down or Breakdown ?
"I'm sorry..WHAT?!" Mia cried at the nurse.
"I think you should go speak with her doctor. I'm sure he can tell you more than I can. I'm sorry." the nurse said as she left Mia standing in her mother's old room.
Mia ran all around teh hospital trying to find her mother's doctor because she needed information now before she lost it! When she finally found the doctor, he immediately knew what he was dealing with.
"Ah. Mia." he began with a deflated look on his face, "I was just about to call you actually, but I presume you have heard. I am so sorry for your loss."
"How could she have died?!" Mia screamed, "You said it, and she said it; everybody said that she would get better!"
"I know, but there were some complications and she collapsed again, only this time, she did not wake up."
"This can't be happening!" Mia cried.
"I know. I am going to give you the rest of today to soak all of this in, but I am going to need you to come back to sign some papers and make the funeral arrangements, and such. You are her only living relative left."
"Yeah, okay." Mia said harshly, then apologized, regretting speaking so harshly to the nice doctor. After all, it wasn't his fault. "Wait!" she hollered after him as he started to leave, "Can I see her?"
The doctor then silently took Mia to the room where her mother's body was being held, and as Mia stared at her lifeless mother, her body filled with uncontrollable emotion and rage.
"I'm sorry I let you down, Mom." she whispered with a kiss to her mother's forehead.
Then she ran out of the hospital faster than the speed of light. She didn't know where she was running to, but she sure as hell knew what she was running from; everything.
***
Meanwhile, at Brooke's party, everybody was having a great time. Sam and Brooke were sitting on the couch chatting, when Peyton walked up to them.
"Hey sam, can I ask you to do me a huge favor?" "For Mia?" Peyton added as she felt the teen's annoyed groan.
"Yeah, sure." Sam retorted, "What is it?"
"Can you go down to the studio and hand me the scrapbook that is in the 3rd drawer in my desk in the main office. I made a scrapbook of recording Mia's first album, and I'd like to give it to her when she shows up later because it's FINALLY done."
"Yeah, sure. I'll be back later." Sam said as she left the party, having not the slightest idea of what she was about to run into in the studio.
***
When Sam finally got to the studio, she had a feeling that something wasn't right, and when she opened the studio door, she found what wasn't right; she found Mia numbly standing in the middle of the room.
When Mia had left the hospital, her emotions had taken control over her body and her mind to the point where everything she did seemed like a very surreal outer-body experience. That being said, her body and emotions took her here because they associated Red Bedroom Records as the source of the pain because this was the place where it all began; the place where Mia's career had been launched, and the place where Mia would spend her days instead of being at home caring for her mother (which her body and emotions felt like she should have done instead).
"Hey Mia, what's up?" Sam said casually. Maybe she is fine after all. Sam thought. Maybe she is just standing there like something is wrong because she's just tired. Maybe my eyes are bad?
"She died." whispered Mia in a trance.
"What? Who?" Sam said confused. Okay I guess I was wrong. Sam thought again.
"Emily. She died and it's all my fault. It's all my fault."
"Woah, Mia, slow down. What?" Sam, fully engaged in the situation, said.
"IT'S ALL MY FAULT!" Mia screamed as she picked up her guitar. "IF I HADN'T HAVE BEEN HERE. IF I HADN'T HAVE WANTED TO MAKE MORE OF MY LIFE. IF I HADN'T RECORDED THIS ALBUM. IF I HADN'T HAVE WENT ON THAT DAMN TOUR, THEN I COULD HAVE BEEN THERE! I COULD HAVE SAVED HER!" she yelled as she smashed her guitar, "SCREW THIS! SCREW ALL OF THIS!" she cried as she threw a stack of her records lying on Peyton's desk all over the place, stomping her anger out on each one of them.
Okay I guess I was very wrong.
"Whoah, MIA!" Sam freaked, "Calm down! You could hurt someone!"
"JUST STOP TELLING ME WHAT TO DO! I AM TIRED OF EVERYBODY TELLING ME WHAT TO DO!" Mia yelled as she chunked the neck of her broken guitar at the girl.
"No one tells you what to do, Mia!" Sam cried back.
"YES THEY DO! IT'S ALWAYS 'TALK TO PEYTON' or 'TALK TO HALEY' or 'TALK TO BROOKE'. 'DON'T KEEP EVERYTHING BOTTLED UP!' I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! I JUST WANT TO THINK FOR MYSELF!" Mia cried as she started ripping her hair out.
"WELL MAYBE IT'S BECAUSE YOU NEED TO!" Sam yelled back. "YOU NEED SERIOUS HELP MIA. JUST ADMIT IT!"
Then Mia turned a bright shade of red and started chasing after Sam, throwing pieces of broken guitar, broken, c.d's, and everything in sight at her. Scared, Sam ran for her life and locked herself in a closet down the hall from the office that Mia was in, and called the first person she thought of to help her; Brooke.
Hello?
"Brooke?" Sam sobbed on the telephone
Samantha, honey, what happened?
"Something is wrong here and I need you! NOW! It's Mia!"
What's wrong with Mia?!
"JUST GET DOWN HERE!" Sam cried harder
Okay, I'm coming. Hold on. Brooke finished as she left the party, catching Haley on the way out.
"Everything okay?" Haley asked, regarding the distraught look on Brooke's face.
"Yeah, I just, Sam just, Sam needs a ride home from the studio because she doesn't want to ruin Peyton's pretty book by walking home. She is a clumsy girl, you know?" Brooke said, her uncomfortable feelings shining through the lucid lie.
"Okay. See you in a sec then." Haley winked, unsure of what was really going on.
***
When Brooke reached the studio, she saw Sam sobbing on the stairs outside.
"Brooke!" Sam cried leaning into her.
"Baby, it's okay. I'm here now" Brooke cooed brushing Sam's shoulder with security.
"She's just do mad. She's yelling and throwing things. She smashed her guitar to pieces." Sam stuttered between sobs.
"Do you know why?" Brooke questioned.
"Not really, but she kept saying ho Emily or someone was dead and it was all her fault because she left on tour, or something. Then she just lost it!" Sam cried harder.
"Well, let's go see if we can help her"
As Brooke and Sam came into the studio, they found Mia lying on the floor crying with all of the energy in her tiny body.
"Mia, sweetheart, it's Brooke. It's okay." Brooke said softly as she placed her hand on Mia's back.
"No, it's not!" Mia screamed in a muffled sob.
"You want to talk about it?"
No answer
"You want me to call Peyton? or Haley? or Julian?"
Again, No answer.
Since Brooke clearly wasn't making any progress, she left the room and called her best friends for back up.
Hey Brooke. Where did you disappear to? Has Sam got my book yet?
"Peyton, I need you and Haley to get down to your studio. Mia is here and a complete wreck and Sam and I tried but we can't do anything! We need you." Brooke said.
Okay! We're coming right now! Peyton cried as she grabbed Haley with a mere, 'I'll explain in the car', and headed to the studio. Peyton did not have a good or easy feeling about this at all.
***
When Haley and Peyton got to the studio, they were met with a red eyed, tear stained, scared girl; a side of Sam that they rarely ever saw. Right then and there, Peyton and Haley knew right away that this was serious.
"Sam, what's going on?!" Peyton half questioned, and half cried (of fear).
"I just came here to get your scrapbook, and I found Mia in here in some weird trance. I asked her what was up and she just started talking about how someone named Emily died and it was all her fault and how she should have never left to go on tour! And then she smashed her guitar and started throwing things all around everywhere and stomping on her cd's. I tried to help, but all she did was yell at me and continue to throw things!" sobbed sam, "I tried to help her and now I'm really scared ! I've never seen Mia like this before !" Sam cried as she knelt down to the ground to cry harder.
Haley knelt down to the ground to comfort Sam, as Peyton turned to Haley and said, "You stay here with Samantha. I am going to go to Mia. I don't want to overwhelm her with people, so I think we should all talk to her separately. One person at a time."
"Okay." Haley said as Peyton left to go to the broken girl upstairs.
Then she and Sam stood up and Sam turned to Haley and said, "I'm really scared, Haley."
"Shh.." Haley shushed as she held Sam in her arms, "It's all going to be okay."
***
When Peyton entered the studio, she found Brooke kneeling on the floor next to Mia. When Brooke saw Peyton, she jumped up and ran to her best friend.
"Hey, I'm glad you're here. Sam and I tried to help, but now she is just lying here on the floor. She won't say a word."
"I'll try to do something." Peyton said with an empty tone, which meant that she was too deep in her own thoughts on what to do than into the conversation. "Thank you for being here." Peyton smiled and said as she touched Brooke's hand, "I am very lucky to have you."
"You don't have to say thank you. It's what best friends do for each other." Brooke smiled back, then remembered the issue going on and broke up this precious best friend moment. "Alright, well I'm going to go downstairs and be with Sam and Haley, I guess she's down there with Sam right now, I assume, right?"
Peyton nodded.
"Call me if you need anything!" Brook finished as she exited the studio.
Then Peyton knelt down to Mia and put her hand on her shoulder, when Mia jumped up.
"WHO IS IT?!" she screamed.
"Mia, it's just me!" Peyton calmly said, "You're okay now. I'm here." She said as she backed up, sensing that Mia did not want to be touched; that she wanted her space right now.
"What?!" Mia sobbed
"I said, you're okay. I'm here now." Peyton reiterated.
Just as she finished saying that, Mia collapsed into Peyton's arms, realizing that she finally broke. She had finally had her breakdown; her explosion that Peyton warned her about. Peyton didn't say another word, she just let Mia cry her long harbored tears out. Peyton figured that when she was done, Peyton could press her for question, but right now, Mia just needed someone to hold her and Peyton seemed like that somebody right now.