Famous Girl
by Brenda Wickham

She’s perfect. She’s rich, she’s famous, she’s well-known and popular. She seems to have everything. Leads in tons of award-winning, multi-million dollar movies, a successful clothing line, a late-night talk show, her own record label, a posse to follow her wherever she may go. She’s envied among millions, adored by fans, begged for jobs and appearances. She represents everything good the world was missing and inspires people every day. She has it all. And with it all, how could she not be happy?

Because she’s still missing one thing: True love.

Everyone sees her as the most upbeat person in the nation. She’s happy, funny, glowing, and her good mood is always contagious. She’s got the personality you could only imagine, a heart of gold and sense of humor to match. You would recognize her in an instant.

She doesn’t recognize herself, though.

In her strive for stardom, she had only one thing on her mind… fame. She wanted the life she’d always dreamed about, all the things she’d promised herself ages ago. And with her determined attitude and successful streak, how could she not achieve every goal she set for herself? She had only one problem…

Love had always been last on her ‘to-do’ list.

She promised herself years ago that she wouldn’t let her heart get in the way of her dreams. She wasn’t selfish, but she had always put herself first. That’s just what you have to do to get what you want. She had learned at a young age that love only complicated things. That special person only got in the way and caused trouble. A feeling like that - love - was too poisonous to be tampered with, to be touched. She had never liked taking chances.

But now, she was empty. All of her dreams had come true, and she had become more than she ever thought she could’ve become. Yet, without someone to share it all with, she had nothing.

It wasn’t her fault she was alone. She had tried at love so many times. Yet she never seemed to be good enough, to be just what someone else wanted. She was far too imperfect, jealous, paranoid, unaffectionate, insecure. She was one of the best friends you could find. But it stopped there. A friend was the greatest thing she could be.

Then she met him. He was exactly what her aching heart had called for. He was everything she was and more. A heart of gold, a sense of humor, a care, and a love in his eyes. He took her in his arms and never let her go.

Finally, she had someone to hold her empty heart. Someone to share her huge mansions with. Someone to give to and receive from, even though they already had everything they’d ever needed or wanted. Someone to laugh with, someone to talk to, someone to talk about, someone to love, and someone to love her back

Sure, he had a past. But she didn’t care. They were a match made in Heaven, and she knew it. When they said “forever”, they knew that’s what it would be. They held onto each other and never let go.

Then… he was gone.

It was as if she had blinked. One minute, he was there, and the next, he was gone forever. He never wanted to leave her, but he did. He wanted to keep every promise, but he couldn’t. She was alone again, and now, her heart was shattered. The plan she’d made to be his forever couldn’t be carried out. Her biggest dream of hearing little footsteps echo throughout her mansion and know it was the heart she had made with the one person she loved could never come true now. Every dream she’d had since she’d met him were the most important dreams of her life. They meant more to her than any fame or fortune. And now… they were gone.

He was gone.

She was alone. Her heart broken, her beautiful eyes filled with tears. No one could console her. No one could help. She’d never fill that emptiness again. Even with everything she’d ever wanted surrounding her, she was the saddest person in the world. She had everything, but all she really wanted was him.

She’s perfect. She’s rich, she’s famous, she’s well-known and popular. She’s lying in a pool of blood on her bathroom floor. She’s gone, because all she’s ever really wanted was him. And without him, she’s nothing but famous and empty.

But she’d rather be dead than alone with a famous, broken heart.

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A/N: This is something I wrote a long time ago. It's really short, but I still like it. Please let me know what you think.