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The Actress

We were wrapped for the day on set, so everyone was leaving to go home for the night.

“Need a ride, Sel?” David asked me.

“No, thanks. I got my car now,” I said with a small smile- he always forgets I have my license now.

“Oh, right- well… goodbye!” he said, walking out of my dressing room.

I bid him goodbye too, then sank onto my couch- pulling out my phone in the process. No messages. Damn. Why wasn’t Taylor replying to me? One little fight and now we’re back to the silent treatment. Why did things have to be this way?

First Demi and I had a fallout after the Miley situation- now Taylor was mad at me for hanging out with Nick Jonas. I mean, he wouldn’t even listen to me when I was trying to tell him that Nick was only teaching me the ropes of going on tour since I was going to be going
on one soon.

I felt like crying. I felt like screaming.

But most of all I wish I had a time machine- one that could just go back; rewind to a time where things were going great for the two of us, and when the hard times come I’d know what to do.

Have you ever had a relationship where you’re so in love with the person that you’d take a bullet for them, even after a really disastrous fight? And you seem to fight all the time with that person because you always feel like you’re going to lose them?

That was the kind of love I had for Taylor Lautner. A crazy love.

The one where we could be screaming at each other at 2 AM- but still kiss in the rain. He drove me insane, that boy did. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.

And if that weren’t hard enough to handle- throw on loads of fans. We could barely go out in public. His die-hard fans wanted me to be the one to die.

Sometimes I wish I wasn’t famous.

“Miss Gomez, I didn’t expect you to still be here.” I looked up and saw a janitor standing in the doorway. He was wearing a hat and I could barely make out his face or nametag.

“No, it’s fine. I was just about to go, thanks,” I said, grabbing my purse and standing up.

Obviously something in my voice must’ve sounded wrong- because the man said, “Is there anything you want to talk about?”

“No,” I said hesitantly.

“Anything at all?”

Why was this man pressing me for information? I didn’t know him well. It was my personal business. Did he really think that I was just going to tell him everything wrong with my life after knowing him for two minutes- not even?

“No, I’m fine.”

“Good, good,” he muttered.

This was weird. “Goodbye,” I said, brushing past him. My heels were clacking on the floor and I refused to look behind me at the man. But I guess he was doing his job right, I tripped on the wet floor.

“Here, let me help you miss,” he said, right by my side in an instant. It was impossible. He had to have been following me.

“No, I’m fine,” I said with a firmness that even surprised myself.

“I said I’d help you,” the man said gruffly as he lifted me up.

“Thanks… you can put me down now.”

The man smiled evilly and I had enough time to see him pull out a needle and inject me with something. “Hey! What… what are you… doing…?”

I felt a sudden numbness come over my whole body. It was a weird sensation. I couldn’t move, couldn’t talk… couldn’t see.

What was happening to me?

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The next one is going to be a lot longer- I promise; I'm pressed for time right now. Sorry! Comments?