She sat there, looking at the sharp
object in front of her. Should she, or shouldn't she? Her life was
practically over anyways. He was pushing rumors about her. False, of course.
Just so he could boost himself up, right? He looked happy now. He has the
highest paid actress on his side, so why not? He would'nt miss me. She
walked to the bathroom, and began to undress. Maybe she should think about
this first. As she undressed, she filled the bath tub up with warm water.
She poured the contents of the vanilla bubbles into the tub. As she sat
down, she began to cry. Why would she want to end her life? She's pops
reigning queen, right? No one wants her anymore. No one. They want Jessica
and Nick. That's all it's about now. No more Britney. Justin is making his
film careerer. She's invited to the premiere. No, she won't go. Justin has
Cameron now. They seem happy. As the tears poor from her eyes, she begins to
slip under the water. Her lungs fill with water, and she hears screaming.
She's at peace. She's at peace now. As everyone she's heard, she doesn't see
a bright light. Instead, she sees a man in a dark suit, standing in front of
her.
"Take my hand." The man says. "Let me show you, what your
life would be like if you wouldn't have made all of those mistakes. Pitiful,
little mistakes. But, mistakes, none the less." He whispers. He's an
older gentleman, with gray hair at the top of his head. He reminds her of
her pastor when she was a little girl. A very tiny, little girl. She takes
his hand, and walks with him. As she looks down, she sees she's in a very
starch white gown. Sort of like a church choir dress. As they walk, she sees
a few cases of stairs up ahead. As they begin to walk them, she sees
numbers. 1981, 1982, 1983, 1984, 1985, 1986, 1987. The man and her stop at
1988. "What do you think would've happened if you beat that boy in
starsearch?" The man asks. She thinks. Finally, in what seems like
eternity, she speaks.
"I would've gone onto the next
round." She whispers. She feels like that helpless little girl again.
The one on tv who held everything in, and yet, cried her eyes out in the car
ride home.
The man speaks. "Yes. You'd have
gone onto that next round. But you see, everything has a purpose. You didn't
win that round because fate had another thing in store for you." He
speaks softly. Not so coldly, like before.
"What are you saying?" She
asks. They still hold hands.
"You shall figure it out later. But come, we have more to see." He
says. And so, they begin to walk the stairs again. 1989, 1990. They stop.
She sees herself trying out for the Mickey Mouse Club. She feels joy. So
much joy. She smiles. Her face and eyes light up. She was so angelic then.
So innocent. Now look at her. "What would've happened if you were
excepted into that club then?" He asks softly.
"I would've not gone to New York, not have gotten singing lessons, and
I certainly wouldn't have been in that play." She answers.
"Exactly. Fate again. Fate has its advantages, and disadvantages. It
can do anything. hurt you, help you, anything." She's beginning to feel
sad again. She didn't get excepted. As they move on, they see another
person. This time, a young girl. She looks to be around 10 or 11. She has,
blonde, curly hair, and big brown eyes. She is also wearing a choir robe.
"Take my hand. Don't be afraid." The girl says in a tiny voice.
Britney takes her hand. The girl somewhat calms her. They begin to walk up
the steps again. 1991. They stop.