Mia Anderson’s life has been defined by her battle with addiction, holding her back from achieving her dreams of becoming a successful businesswoman. After a failed attempt to land an accounting job, her past catches up with her, and she spirals back into old habits. But as she faces the consequences of her actions, Mia is forced to confront her darkest fears and find the strength to rebuild her life before it's too late.
View MoreEmma was sitting alone on the porch when I found her. The evening sun bathed her in a golden glow, making her look so peaceful, so innocent. A slight breeze ruffled her hair as she absentmindedly traced circles on the wooden railing.She had no idea what was coming.I hesitated, watching her for a moment before gathering the courage to step forward. The old wooden steps creaked under my weight as I lowered myself onto the porch beside her.She glanced at me, her expression relaxed but mildly surprised. “Oh, hey, Sandy.”I forced a small smile. “Hey.”For a while, neither of us spoke. We just sat there, listening to the distant hum of the neighbourhood—the rustling leaves, the occasional barking dog, the faint laughter of kids playing down the street. The world felt so calm, yet inside, I was a storm.I took a deep breath, breaking the silence. “Emma… have you ever had a moment where you felt like everything was slipping away? Like… no matter what you do, it’s never enough?”She furrow
Day 3Younger Mia’s glare was sharp, full of mistrust. “Who the hell are you?”I took a slow breath, choosing my words carefully. “Someone who’s been where you are.”She scoffed. “Yeah? And where’s that?”I looked at her—at me—standing there with that same emptiness I once felt. “Lost. Angry. Pretending you don’t care when deep down, you do.”Her jaw tightened, but she didn’t walk away.I took that as a sign to keep going.“I know what it’s like to push people away,” I said softly. “To act like you don’t need anyone because needing someone means giving them the power to hurt you.”Her fingers twitched around the cigarette. “You don’t know anything about me.”“I know that Emma is the only person who hasn’t given up on you.”Younger Mia flinched.I pressed on. “She’s the one thing keeping you grounded. But if you keep shutting her out, you’ll regret it. You’ll wake up one day and realize she’s gone.” My voice cracked at the last word. “And there won’t be a way to fix it.”She swallowed
Day 2That night, I sat on the worn-out couch in the house Apollo and I were staying in, my mind spinning. Emma’s words played over and over in my head."She was angry all the time, but she wouldn’t tell me why."Why was I angry back then?I tried to remember, but my memories felt like broken shards—sharp, scattered, painful to touch.Apollo, sitting on the armrest, watched me closely. “You okay?”I shook my head. “No. Emma sees me as someone who abandoned her. Someone who threw everything away. But I don’t remember why I became like that.”Apollo leaned forward. “Then we need to find out. You have one more day left, Mia. You need to get to the root of what led to your downfall. Otherwise, history will repeat itself.”I exhaled deeply, my breath shaky as the weight of the situation pressed down on me. “What if Emma doesn’t fall for it?” I asked, the doubt in my voice impossible to hide.Apollo looked at me with a steady gaze, his expression calm and sure. “I know you’re scared, but if
Day 2 The next afternoon, I waited outside Emma’s school, my nerves prickling beneath my skin. Apollo stood beside me, his arms crossed as he studied the students walking out of the building.“You seem anxious,” he noted.I exhaled. “I have to be careful with what I say. If I ask the wrong questions, she’ll get suspicious.”Apollo nodded in understanding. “Just ease into it. You’re here to learn about your past—what led you to that fateful night. If you can figure out what went wrong, you might be able to change things.”Before I could respond, I spotted Emma walking toward me, her backpack slung over one shoulder.“Wow, you’re actually on time,” she said with a smirk.I chuckled. “Of course. I wouldn’t miss my first tour of town.”She glanced at Apollo. “Who’s this?”I hesitated for a split second before saying, “Oh, this is Paul—he’s my, uh, cousin. He’s visiting for a bit.”Apollo shot me an amused look but played along, offering a small wave.Emma shrugged. “Cool. Alright, let’s
DAY 1Apollo and I sat on the living room floor, the weight of what just happened still pressing heavily on my chest. My mind raced, replaying every second of my brief interaction with Emma.I had seen her. Heard her voice.But I hadn’t told her the truth.I exhaled sharply and looked at Apollo, who studied me with patience, waiting for me to process everything.“She didn’t recognize me,” I whispered. “She looked at me like I was a stranger.”Apollo nodded. “That’s part of the deal, Mia. No one will recognize you—not as you were.”I swallowed hard. “Then how do I reach her? How do I… how do I get close to her?”Apollo leaned back against the couch, tapping his fingers against his knee in thought. “Well, let’s start with what we know. You have two days. That’s not a lot of time, but it’s enough to make an impact.”I bit my lip, my mind racing. “She’s still in school, which means she probably has a routine. If I can get close enough to her, maybe I can… I don’t know, be someone she trus
“Well, now, follow me,” Apollo said, his smile unwavering as he turned and pushed open the white door.Beyond it lay a path covered in thick fog, stretching endlessly into an unknown abyss. The air was dense, the silence unsettling. I hesitated at the threshold, the weight of my fate pressing heavily on my chest.Before stepping forward, I reached out and tapped Apollo’s shoulder, my voice barely above a whisper, laced with pain.“Um, I know I just got here, but I’m looking for someone,” I said, swallowing the lump in my throat. “Her name is Emma. I was wondering if I could see her, please.”Apollo’s expression softened. “I know, Mia. This is why you’re here. Don’t worry—you’ll see her soon,” he assured me.I sucked in a shaky breath as he wiped away a stray tear from my cheek, then gently wrapped an arm around my shoulder, guiding me forward. My eyes widened as the fog parted, revealing a massive golden door standing tall and ominous in front of us.“The moment you enter this room, y
I rushed downstairs, my heart pounding in my chest. I needed something to numb the overwhelming feeling that had gripped me. My hands were shaky as I scanned the kitchen, desperate for anything that could help me forget. Then, my eyes landed on a bottle of vodka sitting on the counter. Without thinking, I grabbed it and chugged it down, the burning liquid searing its way down my throat. It didn't bring comfort—it only made the gnawing pain inside me worse.As the alcohol hit, my mind began to race. What could have been? What would Emma have done with her life if I hadn’t come into it? She never got the chance to go to college, never had the opportunity to get married, never had kids, never traveled the world. All of it was taken from her. And it was my fault.I was overcome with sadness, my emotions spiraling out of control. A deep, suffocating depression settled in my chest, and I could feel the anger building within me. Anger at myself, for not saving her. Anger for not being there
Mia POV The sound of sirens filled the air as the ambulance screeched to a halt. Paramedics rushed out, their faces grim as they assessed the scene. I could barely make sense of what was happening, my body trembling with shock and disbelief. I was still in a daze, unable to fully comprehend the situation. My mind kept replaying the moment of the crash, the spinning car, the sudden impact. And then, Emma.The paramedics moved quickly, checking on me first, making sure I was alive, but all I could think about was Emma. She wasn't moving. She wasn’t breathing. I couldn’t grasp that she was gone.When they finally pulled me from the wreckage, I looked around desperately, hoping, praying that somehow she’d be okay. But the truth was clear—the paramedics weren’t focused on Emma. They were focused on me.My heart pounded as I was placed onto a stretcher, the flashing lights of the ambulance illuminating the dark night. I didn’t want to go to the hospital. I didn’t want to leave Emma behind.
Mia POVAfter finishing a delicious dinner that Mom had made, I stepped outside to grab a smoke. As I leaned against the railing, I pulled out my phone and sent a message to my sister: "Let’s go out again tomorrow."The moment I hit send on the text to my sister, my phone buzzed with an incoming call. It was from the company I had applied to for the accounts clerk position. I hesitated for a moment before answering, a feeling of dread creeping up my spine.“Hello, Mia Anderson?” a stern voice on the other end asked."Yes, speaking." I replied, my stomach already in knots.“I’m calling in regard to your application. Unfortunately, we will not be moving forward with your candidacy for the position,” the voice continued, “After reviewing your records, it has come to our attention that you have been arrested multiple times—three to be exact—for stealing, drug abuse, damaging property, and drinking and driving. These actions are in direct violation of our company’s standards.”I froze, una
Emma's POVLying in my bed, tossing and turning, I can’t help but feel the excitement building up for tomorrow. It’s been three long years since Mia left for Chicago to develop herself mentally and financially. Since then, I’ve been stuck under the constant watchful eye of our controlling mother. Now, at 17, I often wonder what it would be like to have the freedom to do whatever I want, whenever I want, without being constantly monitored.The thought of finally having Mia back fills me with a sense of relief and excitement. She always seemed so free-spirited, so confident. I’ve missed her more than I let on. Mia was the one who understood me when no one else did. And now, with her return, maybe things will change.But then there was her past—her struggles with addiction, the reckless choices, and the mistakes she tried so hard to leave behind. I want to believe she’s moved on from that, that she’s better now. But what if she isn’t? What if coming back here brings it all rushing back? ...
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