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Title: The Problem With Mia

by Martha from Devon | in writing, fiction

'' MIA I CAN'T DO THIS, WHO DO YOU THINK I AM? '' She thinks that I can do this. She must be off her head. I CANNOT DO THIS. There is no way that I am going to do this, I am not growing it and that's final. I could get put in prison, PRISON! It's just not happening. Yeah I ran away with her. I started smoking for her. I started drinking for her. I did it all for her. But I get no compensation. The smoking is ruining my body but apparently I look cool, the drink is making me depressed but I get kicks from it and running away, well I miss everybody ' everything. She is ruining my life but I can't give her up. Maybe this is the last straw. Well that's what I thought when she made me smoke, made me drink and made me run away.

Mia's just so out of her depth. She's like an adventurous dolphin. Always wanting more from you. There aren't words to describe her. She unreal, amazing, beautiful. That's her power. She won't let anyone touch her beautifulness. But I can't handle her. She's too much. And now she's asking me to do this. She's unbelievable.

I can tell that she's jacked up. You can see it in her eyes. It must have been heroin this time. The sparkles bigger than ever. And she just has that glow. Otherwise she must have taken a hell load of hash to get that stoned. She can't make me do this. She's just ruining my life. But I'm letting her do it. This is unbelievable. I'm unbelievable.

She's coming over. She must have had a quick spliff out the back, because her eyes are sparkling even more than they were before. She promised me she wouldn't. She promised. I trusted her, but now she has broken that trust. I must confront her. Here goes. She has just been sitting there completely oblivious to the fact that I am sitting here scared mindless that we will get caught and falling to pieces.

'' Mia, I'm sorry. I can't do this anymore. I ran away with you, I smoked for you; I got drunk with you ' for you. But now you have taken drugs. You promised that you wouldn't YOU PROMISED. '' I am a complete wreck. Standing up with tears boldly rolling down my face. I cannot believe her. She is just sitting there with no expression on her face, no emotion. It's hard not to run away. Not to do the unthinkable. I'll do anything just to make her happy. That's how silly I am. I am completely bonkers about her and she knows it. She takes advantage of the fact that I will do absolulty anything for her. And that hurts. That really hurts.

She's still sitting there. Not a single word. The pain is like the most painful that has happened to me emotional and fiscally. The tears are running down my cheeks now like a river that has burst its banks. I cannot believe Mia. She is still sitting there with no expression. I step forward. My mind racing. Touching her shoulder then sliding my hand along to her chin. Gently pushing it upwards what I see cuts me like a sharp knife. She is brutally angry.

Slowly she stands. First straightens her legs ' still bent over. Then squares up her shoulders. Then raises her head. I can feel the tension rising. She opens her mouth to speak. I feel scared like never before. I don't care if we get caught, the smoking, drinking ' even the drugs. I only care for what she is about to speak next.

'' HOW DARE YOU. HOW DARE YOU DISRESPECT ME IN THIS WAY. YOU WERE LOYAL. I WILL NOT LET YOU GET AWAY WITH THIS. INFACT, I SHALL NOT LET YOU BE UNLOYAL TO ANOTHER GIRL ON THE PLANET. DO NOT MOVE. ''

I am frightened out of my bruised and damaged skin. She has disappeared into a house. What is she talking about? What more is there to say? All of these questions left unanswered. I hear a scream. Then her booming voice appears behind me.

'' TURN AROUND YOU DIGUSTING WOMAN HATING BEAST ''

I turn around ever, ever so slowly. I am scared of what might be behind me. As I complete the 180° turn, about two nano-millimetres in front of my face there is an extremely huge sharp pointy knife.

'' DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT STOPPING ME. YES I AM GOING TO END YOUR LIFE, BUT FOR AN EXTREMELY BRILLIANT REASON. HOW DARE YOU MISSTREAT ME? LIE TO ME? BE DISLOYAL? YOU ARE A DISGRACE TO MEN ''

'' MIA, DON'T, NO PLEEEEEEEEEEEEASEE ....''

I sit up. Breathing heavily. That can't be real. Bed covers are no where to be seen. I see a knife on the floor. I go to touch it but it disappears. Pulling my hand back quickly I turn my hand over. There's a cigarette hanging in between two fingers. I try to jump about six feet in the air but go straight backwards into the wall. The cigarette has gone. Oh no, there's someone coming up the stairs. I try to hide under the covers but whoever it is rips it off. The identity of this person is soon revealed and as I see who it is my face turns into sheer horror. I try to scramble backwards and feel the coldness of the window against my hands. I realise that it's the only way out. I cannot cope with this fear anymore. Surely the drop outside the window cannot be all that long? I am taking my chances. I cannot stay here a nano-second later. She's coming closer. Mia's coming closer. I jump up and slam my back against the window, hard. I fly though the window like a bird, but soon I am falling like a dead bird ' but I am no dead bird, I am a dead person. As I am falling I decide to think no more but shout.

'' YOUR NOT HAVING ME MIA, I AM GETTING OUT OF THIS MESS, WALKING AWAY FROM IT ALL. YOU DO NOT CONTROL ME ANYMORE ''

The last words that I ever shall speak, but still ' somehow ' Mia's still controlling me.

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I got inspired by a book called Junk by Melvin Burgess.

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