Chapter 6

Mia POV
 
My life is just like a written story based on one particular aspect where the antagonist strikes more than the original protagonist. 
 
Me seeking peace was something I literally knew was much far away from where I was at that stage of my own miserable and damaged life.
 
I got sold out all because of some wish my family wanted and I wasn't interested in. My mother always wanted fame and popularity, and she could go the extra mile in doing anything for what she desperately desired.
 
 
My life is a tumultuous tale of pain and betrayal, my dreams and desires constantly thwarted by the selfish ambitions of those around me.
 
My mother's insatiable thirst for fame and popularity has become a heavy chain, weighing me down and suffocating my own aspirations. 
 
I'm now a shadow of my former self, my light dimmed by the cruel twists of fate.
 
My world is a dark and treacherous landscape, where the antagonist's cruel hand looms large, crushing my spirit and shattering my soul. The quest for peace and happiness seems an impossible feat, a distant dream that mocks me with its elusiveness. The scars of my past linger, a constant reminder of the pain and suffering I've endured.
 
In this bleak landscape, my heart remains a heavy burden, weighed down by the shackles of my mother's making. My passion and creativity have been reduced to smoldering embers, flickering weakly in the face of adversity. Yet, deep within me, a spark of resilience remains, a glimmer of hope that refuses to be extinguished.
 
My childhood memories are now a distant blur, a faded tapestry of joy and laughter, forever marred by the dark threads of my mother's ambition. The love and support I once knew have been replaced by a cold, calculating gaze, a constant reminder that I'm nothing more than a pawn in her game of fame.
 
My days blend together in a haze of despair, a never-ending cycle of pain and sorrow. My nights are filled with tears and anguish, my mind racing with thoughts of a life I once knew, a life I can never have. The city around me is a cold, unforgiving beast, its streets and alleys a constant reminder of my isolation and loneliness.
 
The people I once called friends have vanished; their faces faded from my memory like ghosts, which my family was among, and it caused me so much pain and regret deep within, plus giving me a wound that has no cure. The only constants in my life are the cameras and the spotlight, forever trained on me like a hawk, waiting for me to slip, to falter, to fail. The pressure is suffocating, a weight that presses upon my chest, making it hard to breathe, hard to think, hard to live.
 
In this prison of my mother's making, my soul is slowly withering away, a delicate flower crushed by the heel of ambition. My heart is a heavy burden, a weight that threatens to consume me at any moment. The tears I cry are tears of despair, tears of anger, tears of frustration. The tears I cry are tears of a life unlived, tears of a dream deferred, tears of a soul forever lost.
 
And yet, despite the darkness that surrounds me, despite the pain that threatens to consume me, I hold on to hope. A fragile thread of resilience remains, a glimmer of light in the darkness. It's a spark that refuses to be extinguished, a flame that flickers weakly but still burns bright. It's a reminder that no matter how dark the night, no matter how bleak the future, there's always a way out, always a way forward.
 
"Mia, darling," my mom walked in almost at the at the same time I packed up my bag with deep pain that she had caused to me. 
 
I looked to her side as she drew closer to me with a smile that I knew was what she planned on using to make my life more bad and miserable than it is already.
 
My heart always had the deep pain within itself as I saw those who brought me down into what I never planned on becoming in my life. 
 
Now, I'm a single mother who has to Carter for a little baby boy, who I just hustle to take care of even if two men come in dragging for the position of a father, which was like a nightmare, despite me knowing my life is just a living nightmare.
 
"What do you want?" I asked with a more harsh voice, not even looking in her own direction, despite me noticing her immediate closeness to me.
 
"Mia," I interrupted with my harsh words to her, which also made me look up to her at that point with a Stern and we'll take a take a serious look.
 
"Don't you ever call that name from that mouth of yours?" I gave a tune that made my mother look at me with grinning teeth that were totally visible to me.
 
My mother looked at me with no words from her. I bent back to arranging the dress and keeping it in a big travel-size bag. My mom kept on glancing at me with me not giving her any attention but concentrated on what I was doing. 
 
Soon, I was already done with what I was doing and cleared up my throat as I placed the bag standing up right on my bed.
 
"Mia, don't tell me you are traveling." My mom's voice had curiosity living in it as I just sucked my teeth loudly to her. 
 
 
The reactions I gave to my mom weren't exactly what she thought of, but I gave her a little shock, but deep within me it hurt. I had no respect for my mother, but I had to do what was right, and that was telling her the honest truth and taking my dear away and standing like a woman.
 
"When did you start to care?" I asked, giving her a push to move aside from the doorside, which I made my own way out, keeping her all alone with my baby in the room.
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