Taken From Me

Junia’s P.O.V

Watching the news of the clone whose name turned out to be Natasha sent shivers down my spine.

“How could they say that she committed suicide?….:” I muttered under my breath but the hairstylist who seemed to have heard what I uttered chipped in.

“It is possible. She is a clone, an obsessive fan at that…….” I turned swiftly in her direction, my eyes meeting hers. I didn’t say a word but my silence spoke volumes as she ducked her head and muttered “Sorry”

Ever since Michaela had planted the makeup artist, I couldn’t help but have PTSD over the crew members around me. It felt more like they were all watching me even though they weren't and were all going about their daily activities.

I added. “I don’t care if you go to the media and accuse me of being rude!…”

She chuckled, her eyes glinting with fear. “I would never do that.”

At that very moment, the door swung open and Jones walked in, holding my script. “Have you practiced your lines very well? I brought this just in