Chapter 4
Ok, people, so you all probably hate me to death by now for taking so long to update, sorry, this week has been wild, I have not had a minute to myself, but I will not bore with my busy week as I know you are all eager to read the new chapter so I'll shut up now, thanks for reading.
..."I'm sorry, Mr. Condor, but I am afraid quitting acting is my only option right now" Chad explained.
"Are you crazy, boy? You will ruin your career, your life. And for this? A girl? Or a dead one, might I add" Mr. Condor complained harshly.
She isn't dead. That's the only reason why you are not at my funeral right now Chad felt like telling him.
How dare he speak like that?
"About being crazy, you might be right, but the events of the past few months have made me realize how little acting means to me, compared to Alison, anyways" he rectified.
"Look, kid. This isn't about me or the company or how much audience we'll lose, or anything like that. Take this as from someone who has made mistakes and dears for other people not to have to do them to learn the lesson I now know. I just hate to see so much talent being wasted away like that. It's like a crime. It hurts just to think that all of your future is being thrown away, it's such a waste of magnificent, great talent" he said but this time he sounded more concerned about Chad.
"I gotta go now. I'm sorry to disappoint you. Thanks for everything" Chad said as he left the office.
Mr. Condor couldn't believe that the most popular ten star of the moment was voluntarily killing his career like that.
And for such a hopeless goal.
Everyone knew that scientists all over the world were trying to find a way to bring people out of commas every second of the day.
They'd been doing it for years and still hadn't found a lead.
What exactly was this boy's idea, he did not know.
It was more clear than water that he was destined to fail.
He could be smart, but so were hundreds of doctors and scientists everywhere.
What was he thinking?...
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..."But Chad, you can't leave, this show is nothing without you" Portlyn begged almost on her knees.
"That's ok, Port. I'm sure you'll find someone to do my character, and who knows? maybe he'll be better than me and turn into the new "best actor of our generation". How about Zac Efron?" he suggested.
"Huh?" Port asked shocked. "Zac Efron? Really? What is wrong with you, Chad? You hate Zac Efron" but Chas was out of her earshot already.
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..."He's leaving?' Tawni asked Nicco.
"Apparently. Or so says Eric. He plans to find a way to bring Sonny back. I love Sonny to death, don't get me wrong, but I just think it's time to let her go. The doctors have no hope" Nicco said.
"That'd just crazy. I mean, at least let the poor girl have a descent funeral" Tawni said...
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Chad's picture was everywhere.
In every magazine, news channel, and radio station.
Every newspaper, and everyone's latest gossip.
"Chad is leaving The Falls", "CDC has left for good", and "Cooper's career down the drain" seemed to be in the cover of every single piece of media around the world.
An universal scandal...
Seven Years Later
Cad was in his big white lab, standing by a big table, to impatient to even sit own, as if this might slow him down.
He ran his fingers through his hair as he tried to solve a complicated math equation.
His lab was large with high white walls except for one of them which was made of glass and let in a full view of Hollywood.
There was a big desk full of papers everywhere and there were complicated charts everywhere, spread around the room.
There was an expensive, and fancy computer on another desk with its own share of papers scattered all over the place.
It had everything that could possibly be installed into a computer.
At the very back, by a corner, there was a very frustrated, much older... Chad.
His hair was a bit longer than usual, but equally beautiful.
On his nose rested a pair of designer glasses, and he was wearing a white coat over a baby blue, long-sleeved shirt and a matching but darker tie.
The skin on his forehead revealed stress and desperation.
It had been seven years and he hadn't been able to find anything near a cure, or anything else that would bring his Sonny out of her restful, eternal sleep.
He sighed deeply and placed his fingertips on both sides of his head ad massaged in circular motions to alleviate his agonizing headache.
He groaned.
It was 3 a.m. but he was still trying to finish figuring out what, 5 hours ago, he'd thought was a crucial step towards his project.
Only to hit another dead end...
It shouldn't have taken so long.
He knew he needed his sleep, not what he used to call, "beauty sleep", but more like brain sleep or else he wouldn't function.
And he needed to be able to give his best if he wanted to find a way to bring his sunshine back to him.
To get him out of his forever night.
He walked towards the east side of the lab where a large glass allowed a perfect view from a hundredth story of the beautiful city of Hollywood.
There were lights everywhere, and tall buildings and skyscrapers all around his $10 million apartment,
half of which he'd turned into a lab; all of which he'd been able to afford thanks to his not too few
medical discoveries.
But none of them had been good enough to work for Sonny, so what had the purpose been?
Chad was running out of time...
With every passing second, Sonny's brain died a little bit more.
With every passing second, she was forgetting memories, abilities...
Would she remember Chad?
Would she remember So Random!?
Would she remember how to walk, or talk?
Would he even remember her own name.
This were the reasons why, against all odds, Chad never gave up.
Not even the feelings of hopelessness, or the low self-esteem beat him.
Not even the endless depression he'd fallen in seven years ago and hadn't been able to pull himself out of since then...
The agonizing feel of distress...
The overwhelming sense of anxiety...
It was like suffocating...
When you prefer sleeping just because you can't feel anything...
The devastating silence...
When physical pain is more bearable than the feeling of emptiness...
It feels like drowning but when you try to reach the surface you only end up deeper... and deeper...
Without the enough energy to try again... with even less air than before...
