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lala1267 · 1 year ago

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Made it, ended it.

Summary: A young girl who came from a rough background just wanted to get her name out there. Her homelife feuled her drug use. She finally made it, but things took a turn for the worst

Warnings: mentions of suic1de, terrible mental health, abus1ve parents, swearing, death, drugs (pills, w33d), addictive drug use.

Wordcount: 8781

Notes: This is a very dark fic, so only read if you're comfortable. And btw, I'm using cher as an example of what Cora looks like.

Cora was just a poor girl living in the most dangerous part of town. There would be criminal activity happening everywhere. Drug dealers and criminals walked around the poor estate. At just six years old, she had to endure her father's violent beatings that usually eneded in bruises and tears, and her mother's wicked words that escaped her long frown. She was quiet, shy, and sad, all thanks to her horrendous parents. At the ripe age of 10 years old, she was put into foster care. Her foster parents weren't as bad as her biological parents, but they weren't loving either. They would leave her out and say horrible things to her as she cowered in the corner. They were unfit to look after their own children, never mind a foster child. They lived in Memphis in a small, run-down house that was on its last legs. Unfortunately, they couldn't afford clothes, food, bills, or anything. It was just like before. She could never escape poverty. The harsh words of her foster mother lingered in her head for years to come.

"Cora, stop touching our food. This ain't your house or your family. Now piss off ya stupid girl!"

She wasn't even allowed to eat food. Her ribs would poke out of her chest as her wrists shrunk and her body turned into a skeleton. She was in iternal suffering. Her neighbours would complain about the shouting and fighting. But no matter how much they complained, nothing changed.

Coral used to lay awake at night, fantasising about being famous and rich. She saw Elvis Presley on the big screens, and she would just imagine that it was her. All she wanted was money, power, and glory. She would sleep all day just so that she could be lost in the eternal universe of her wild dreams. She was just a kid who could only dream.

At fourteen, she was hit like a brick. She would just wish that she could escape this place, this dirty, unwelcoming house that she was trapped in. She had discovered the power that she felt when she was intoxicated. She discovered the world of drugs and depression. She would use drugs and liquor just to feel alive, almost like an escape from her lonley dark world. This was a growing problem for her.

"Ok, fine, I will only try it once." Turned into,

"It's only twice a week, it can't be that bad."

Turned into,

"It's only a few times a day, I will stop when I want too."

And just like that, she was unable to stop inhaling toxic smoke and drinking poison liquor. It was all fun and games until she wasn't able to draw the lines between the real and the fake. But she already brought a ticket, so there's was no turning back now. She was trapped in an endless cycle. As Coral's mental health plummeted, her drug use only increased. She had begun to see constilations in the sky and dark figures in her room, but they weren't real. It was just the drugs getting to her brain, slowly seeping into her brain. She was on a diet of pills, drugs, and alcohol. If someone gave her a new pill, then she would try it. If someone told her to kill her self than she would attempt it. She was a naive young girl who would do anything to get away from home, even if it meant ending her life.

She caked herself in makeup every morning, but all of the makeup in the world didn't make her feel any less insecure. She was a silly little girl with silly habits.

1968

Coral was now seventeen. She was still failing her classes and living off drugs. She wanted to get to a better place and live a better life. She fantasized about being at the top, looking down at her fans, and just screaming,

"I made it!"

She walked the halls of her school, scanning the posters on the walls. She was hoping to sign up to something, anything, as long as it helped her escape her dark, cruel place in life. She stopped in her tracks as her eyes lay on a large poster that read.

"Looking for actors!

A new movie starring the one and only, Elvis presley is looking for you! You don't need any qualifications or grades! If you are willing to join our production, be at Memphis City Hall at 10 am. Call us on:072425179."

Her eyes lit up but quickly dimmed as her insecurities came flooding back to her. There was no way that she could star in a movie. She was just a shy girl who lived off drugs. After a few seconds of staring at the poster with her empty eyes, she felt a hand on her shoulder, followed by a voice.

"Do it, you would make a good actor."

She turned to see who had spoken. She was met with her English teacher. She just looked at the man who stood before her with no expression before he smiled and walked away. She followed his body with her eyes as he walked along the long corridor and into a classroom. He gave her an ounce of hope.

'You know what, maybe I can do it, just maybe, I can make it one day.'

She thought to herself as she stood in the now empty corridor with a slight grin on her face.

The next day

Cora had woken up at 9 am. She wore a small cheap dress that was pink and studded with fabric flowers. Her long black hair trailed down her back and seeped over her shoulders. Her long eyelashes and tanned skin made her dark eyes misterious and sexy. She poudered makeup on her face as she thought to herself.

"God, I am so ugly. The other actors won't like this."

Coral cared about what others thought, she would worry about what people would think of her even though they never really saw her since she would hide in the shadows. She placed the brush and makeup onto the bathroom counter as she held back the sea of tears. She looked at her reflection in the cracked mirror. She was broken inside, and she couldn't be fixed. She ran to her room and pulled out her stash of weed from under her pillow. She found a piece of paper from a colouring book before she rolled up a spliff and put a flame to it with a lighter that she kept in her room. Each time the lighter clicked, the more desperate Cora became to breathe in the smoke. She brought the paper up to her soft lips. As she inhaled the smoke, she felt all of her worries slowly drain away. With the spliff in-between her red lips, she grabbed her stash of weed and the lighter and a few more pieces of paper before placing it in her cheap old handbag. This wasn't enough for Cora. She needed to feel alive if she was going to possibly star in a movie. She looked at the bed (the old mattress on the floor) she lifted it up to find all of her unperscribed pills that she had stolen. She grabbed a bottle of anti depressants and another bottle of an unknown drug. She opened them both up and tipped a handful of pills in her palm. Without thinking, she swallowed them whole and placed the bottles in her bag. It was only a matter of time for it to kick in, and then she would feel somewhat normal.

She walked down the sidewalk with her spliff in hand as the morning sunlight shined on her face. She was truly a beautiful girl, but she didn't see it. If she would just change her ways and get rid of all the drugs, just maybe she would be happy again. But she always thought that the drugs helped her. She walked for some time until she got to the City Hall. It was right in the middle of the city, the rich part of the city. She felt insecure and out of place as she looked around to see all of the pretty girls wearing designer dresses. She looked down at her cheap old dress before taking a deep breath and entering the grand building. She walked inside as her flat shoes dragged across the marble floor. A man asked her for her name before escorting her into a room with a large number of girls that filled the big space. They were all gorgeous.

The man tapped her on the shoulder before speaking.

"Just wait for your name to be called and then make your way through those doors."

He said as he pointed to the doors at the back of the room. She just nodded before taking a seat away from all of the other girls. She sat there patiently. She was secretly dreading for when her name would be called out, but she wanted to make a name for herself, so she had to do it. After a long thirty minutes of waiting in silence, her name was finally called through the speakers.

"Cora Magdelena."

The speaker said with a bit of uncertainty in their voice as they tried to pronounce her last name. She stood up as all of the eyes in the room turned to her. She could feel her face heat up as she walked towards the doors. Finally, she was through the doors of doom. A lot of high-profile men and women sat on one side of the room as she walked towards the centre of the room. Her hands trembled as her eyes wandered around the lavish room.

"Okay, so we are gonna give ya a script, and you have to read it out. Remember to show as much emotion as you can. We need good actors, not babies."

A man said as his eyes shot her confidence down. His words echoed through her mind before a script was shoved in her face by another high-profile man. She analysed the peice of paper for a few seconds. It was about a girl who was deeply in love, but the man of her dreams was drifting away. Cora felt her emotions cool as she realised that this was going to be easy for her to act out. All Cora had to do was channel her traumatic childhood into her acting so that it would seem more powerful. She took a deep breath before speaking.

"Oh Johnny, please don't leave, don't ever go away."

"Why would you do this? After everything I've done for you, you repay me like this."

She said as her beady eyes locked with the men and women watching her. But she had to do something to make it seem more real so that she would get the spot. On command, she let the sea of tears unleash from her cartoon eyes. She read the scrip so sweetly as the water glistened on her pretty face. Her her lips turned downwards, and her eyebrows furrowed. And before she knew it, she was done. She turned to the group of people in front of her as she wiped away her fake tears and dried her wet eyelashes. They all looked at her, jaws on the floor and eyes wide as they tried to comprehend her amazing acting skills. Cora just looked at them with a confused expression as she played with the end of her dress.

"Wow, we don't have any words. You've got the role!"

One man said with a huge smile on his face. Cora just smiled innocently before speaking quietly.

"Thank you so much."

She tried to play it off cool, but deep down, she was jumping and screaming. A fashionable lady walked towards her with a wide grin.

"We would like to put you on set straight away, if that's fine by you."

She said as her beady eyes met Cora's eyes.

"D-do I have to stay overnight?"

Cora asked with a slight stutter.

"Oh yes, you will be staying on production for weeks, maybe even months. But don't worry, we have trailers that you can live in on set."

Cora just nodded before she got escorted to another room, which held all of the actors that were going to be working on the movie. Cora just looked around the room in astonishment at all of the celebrities. Even Elvis Presley was there. But she quickly bowed her head down as she noticed that she was the odd one out again. She was wearing poor clothes unlike all of the other rich people.

"Ok girl, just sit yourself down, and we will explain everything soon."

The lady said as she patted Cora's back. She walked over to one of the only free chairs. It was hidden at the back of the room, secluded from everyone. She scanned the celebrities as she walked. She looked at Elvis, who was already looking at her surprisingly. She instantly looked away as she felt her face turn red and her hands quiver. She sat on her seat and waited patiently.

10 minutes later

A smart looking man stood in front of Cora and all of the other actors in the room.

"Ok, it seems that we have rounded up all of the official actors. We will allow you some time to head back home to collect all of your things because we will be travelling to another city for production. But first, you must all sign this form."

He said before some people walked around and began to hand out the confidential forms. Cora was given a letter and a pen. She read it and signed it.

"You are over 18:

[yes] > [no]"

She signed "yes" even though she knew damn well that she was only seventeen. But she needed the money. She was willing to lie. Once she had filled out the form, she had handed it back to the person who gave it to her. She was now free to go back home and pack her things. She was still comprehending how fast all of this was happening.

As she walked back into her dirty house, all that she could think about was how excited she was to finally get away from this place and finally get away from the hell that she was enduring. She ran up to her room and packed some cheap old clothes, makeup, and her pills and other drugs. Once she was done, she sprinted downstairs with the big beach bag that was full of her things. She opened the door and quickly ran off without closing it. She wasn't going to tell her foster parents where she was going since they wouldn't let her. She just ran until she reached the City Hall.

She walked through the grand doors once again and into the same room that she was in not long before. She sat back down in her seat and patiently waited for the same man to speak again.

"Now that all of you are here, we can start to get on the busses. You will have assigned seats on the busses, and you will all sit in order of the alphabet. You must sit on the seats that say the first letter of your surname. Now, let's get going. Shall we."

Once he was done with his speech, the actors all stood up and walked outside to the busses. Cora boarded the bus before looking for her letter. Her last name began with an 'M', so she was assigned to sit on the seats that read 'M-P'. Her heart began to race, and her breath quickened as she saw Elvis sitting in one of the four seats on the row. But no one else was sitting next to him. This meant that she was going to be the only one sitting next to him. Her heart fell to her stomach as her eyes met his.

'Just suck it up, he doesn't bite.'

She thought to herself before she awkwardly stepped over his legs to get to the window seat, as far away as possible from him. There were two seats between them. She placed her bag and handbag under her seat before slouching back into her seat. It was going to be an hour ride. She was tired and exhausted, so she couldn't help but doze off. She turned her back to Elvis and curled up into a ball before closing her eyes. Little did she know, Elvis was looking at her. His eyes traced her small figure before he smiled slightly. He slowly moved up to the seat next to her. Cora was already in a deep sleep by the time that Elvis moved closer.

After twenty minutes, Cora turned around and rested her head on Elvis's shoulder whilst still sleeping. Elvis let out a slight giggle before he brought one of his arms up to wrap around her. He played with her long black hair and toyed with the fabric flowers on her dress like a curious child. Cora was gradually woken by his soft touch. She slowly opened her tired eyes and tilted her head up towards his face. She instantly leaned away from him.

"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry, I really didn't know that I was leanin-"

"It's ok, darlin', it was comfy.

Elvis said with a gleam in his hypnotising eyes. Cora just smiled awkwardly before looking out of the window, shielding her bright red face. Her hair was still messy from when she was sleeping on Elvis, and her dress was slightly creased. She let out a sigh as she saw the state of herself through the reflection, all of her insecurities popped back into her brain. All she could think about Is how ugly and stupid she thought she was. As she continued to gaze into the reflection of herself on the window, a single tear travelled down her red cheek, leaving a wet trail behind. She instantly bent over to grab her hand bag from under her seat. She opened it and pulled out a piece of tissue. She brought it up to her cheek and wiped away the liquid. Elvis looked at her with worry written on his face.

"Why are ya crying, honey?"

"Oh, m-me, I'm not crying. Just a watery eye, you know."

She replied as she tried to shield her face with her long, luscious hair. She instantly closed her small bag before Elvis had a chance to see all of the pills and drugs that were stuffed in there. Elvis just nodded awkwardly before turning away to talk to one of the other actors. Cora just silently sobbed with her head turned away from Elvis. For the rest of the ride, she was just rethinking her life. She pulled out her journal from her bag and a pen. She began to pour out all of her feelings and problems onto the thin paper pages. And before she knew it, she had written over twenty pages. She placed her journal back into her bag before continuing to look through the window for the rest of the ride.

Soon, the bus came to a complete stop, and everyone had stood up to exit the bus. Cora was the last one to exit the bus as she let everyone go in front of her and use her as a doormat. She stepped off the bus and was instantly met with a large gust of wind that made her hair fly. She walked inside of the building that they had been driven to. It was a large building that was quite similar to the City Hall. She walked over to the group of actors that gathered around the director.

"Ok, everyone, we will be starting to film in a few minutes since we were a bit late. Just find a trailer through those doors and get settled in".

Cora and all of the other actors walked doutside to find a trailer in the trailer park. Cora found one that settled nicely at the back, far away from the other actor's ones. She opened the door and stepped inside. It was quite and nice, nicer than her house. She placed her bags onto the single bed. She quickly pulled out a few pills from her bag and harshly swallowed them. The sting lingered in her throat. She looked into the window that separated her insane self from the dark, corrupted world. Nothing existed past the windowsill when she was intoxicated. She quickly walked back out into the trailer park.

The director had already began leading the actors to do their scenes elsewhere. Cora stood there, patiently waiting for him to come back. But she wasn't the only one waiting, Elvis was also waiting. He stood a few feet away from her as she avoided eye contact. He kept on looking at her with lust in his eyes. His sneaky eyes were quickly torn off Cora when the director came back to the both of them.

"So Cora, you are going to be playing Emma Davies. Elvis, you are going to be playing Mike Lennon. You are going to start your first scene by flirting and chatting. Then Elvis is going to kiss you, but remember, it's only acting, don't be too nervous."

The director stated, as he made direct eye contact with Cora, who had a wave of panic wash over her. She brought her trembling hand up to toy with her long hair as her face flushed red.

"But we gotta get you to dolled up first. We don't need you to be dressed like...that."

The director said as he looked Cora up and down with his judging eyes. His energy changed from warm and welcoming to sly and rude.

"Just follow me, guys."

Cora and Elvis walked side by side behind the director until they reached the makeup room. It was quite a small space, with only two chairs for Elvis and Cora. It had a large vanity in front of each chair, and a dressing room was hidden in the corner with a curtain for a door. Elvis and Cora sat in the chairs as the director left the room. They sat there, waiting for the makeup artists to arrive.

"Well, I think they're running a lil' late."

Elvis said with a chuckle. Cora just fake smiled before looking down at the floor. Elvis turned to her, and he looked at her shy figure.

"You don't talk much, do ya."

He stated before pulling her hair behind her ear so that he could see her pretty face. She turned to him and looked at his grin in confusion.

"You're really pretty."

He said with a smile.

"Stop being a people pleaser."

She said as her expression turned cold before she pulled her hair out of Elvis's fingers. Elvis just looked at her with a downturned smile.

"Don't be like that, you're beautiful."

Elvis said in a soft and sweet tone. Cora just lifted her brows up and rolled her eyes. Moments later, the makeup artists walked through the door before plotting their things down on the vanity in front of Elvis and Cora. They instantly got to work, and they waisted no time. They had only just started, and Elvis was already chatting away and giggling with them. Meanwhile, Cora sat there in silence, stook in her own draining thoughts. She had zoned out. She sat there staring at the vanity that seemed to turn different colours and distort. She moved her eyes to the mirror. Her reflection was wobbling and shaking. The pills were kicking in. She lifted her hand up to her face. It separated and twisted. She saw constilations in the room that weren't real. She felt like she was in heaven. She was tapped out of her thoughts when she felt the makeup artists hand on her shoulder. She looked into the reflection at the lady behind her. She seemed to be saying something, but Cora was struggling to process or even hear her words since her heartbeat was echoing in her head. She squinted her eyes as she attempted to snap out of her high.

"I said change into this!"

The makeup artist snapped as everyone in the room went silent. Cora finally heard her and just nodded as she looked around the room and all of the eyes on her. The room was spinning and shaking. Elvis leaned towards her and furrowed his brows.

"Are ya ok?"

He asked inoccently as he lifted his hand up to touch her forehead.

"Well ya don't have a temperature."

He said before removing his large hand. Cora just stared at him for a few seconds before breaking the silence.

"N-no, wait, I mean yes, i-im fine."

She said as she slurred her words. The makeup artists looked at her in confusion as she got up and dragged her weak body to the dressing room. Once she was in the dressing room, she instantly fell to the floor. Her chest heaved up and down as she tried to catch her breath. She sat there, drowning in her feelings before she forced herself up off the cold tile floor.

"Suck it up, breathe."

She breathlesy whispered to herself before stripping off. She threw her clothes onto the floor before putting a lavish dress on. She struggled to put it on. Once it was on, she looked at the mirror. She sighed as she looked at the broken, insecure girl that gazed back at her. She turned to the side and sucked her belly in.

"We don't have time, Caroline, or whatever your name is."

A female voice called from outside of the changing area. Cora gulped before pushing the curtains aside and walking out. Elvis's eyes moved straight to her body, which was sculpted into the tight dress that was a dark blue and studded with diamonds that shimmered and shined. He was blinded by her jewellery. The makeup artists had an evil look of jealousy written all over their faces as they shot Cora down with their cold gaze.

"My job is done here. Wait for your hairstylist."

One of the ladies said before walking out of the door. Cora sat down awkwardly as Elvis got up to go and change into his outfit. He walked out in a white and blue suit. He looked drop-dead gorgeous. Cora just looked at him in amazement as she tried to keep her droopy eyelids from closing. The rest of the makeup artists left the room as Elvis walked over to his seat and sat down. Elvis leaned forward and grabbed a half full water bottle that he had already drank from. He held it out in front of Cora, who was trying to stay awake.

"Drink this. It will wake ya up a bit."

Cora eyed the water bottle before reaching her weak hand out to pick it up. She unscrewed the cap and brought it up to her pink lips. She tipped the liquid into her mouth and swallowed harshly. Once she was done, she handed it back to Elvis.

"Thanks."

She said quietly before slouching in her chair again.

"Those makeup artists were a bit-"

He was cut off by the hairstylists that made their way through the door. They got to work right away.

20 minutes later

Cora's hair was in a classic sixties updo with a blue head band placed on her head. Elvis's hair was jelled back, leaving one stray hair to hang in front of his handsome face.

"Ok, all done. Good luck, Elvis."

One of the hairstylists said as she leaned down towards Elvis in the chair and gave him a seductive kiss on the cheek. Elvis raised his eyebrows and flashed a cheeky smile as he watched the hairstylists walk out. Cora just rolled her tired eyes before standing up. She struggled to get to her feet, but she felt less high since the water had clensed her insides. She walked out of the room and into the production area that was right outside. Elvis followed behind her, secretly playing with her long black hair. They were both placed in the centre of the room. A large chandelier hung above then, lighting up their faces. They were given scrips and had some time to memorise it. But their time was over when the director yelled.

"Action!"

They instantly began to act out the romantic scene. Elvis held her hands as he looked deeply into her dark eyes.

"You're looking beautiful tonight, m'lady."

"You don't look too bad yourself. However, I still need to pay you back since you have spent so much money on me."

Cora said as she got lost in his dreamy eyes. She was still high, but she was still nailing this scene.

"And how are ya gonna do that, darling?"

"Like this."

Cora said. Her anxiety began to creep back up on her, and her heart pounded even faster. But the job had to be done, so she did it. She cupped Elvis's face with her hands that were glammed out with rings and bracelets. She slowly lifted her body up so that she could reach him. And finally, their lips met in a romantic kiss. Cora wasn't enjoying this at all, but Elvis seemed to be loving every second of it. Soon after, Cora pulled away and flashed a smile at Elvis. The light shot diamonds from his eyes.

"Cut!"

The director yelled.

"That was amazing guys, now you can go and get some rest. Our next scene will be in an hour."

The director said as the cameras turned off and the tapes stopped rolling. Cora let out a sigh before walking out of the production set and into the trailer park.

She made her way towards her trailer. She opened the door and stepped inside. She was met with all of her outfits for shooting, layed out over her bed. She appreciated that someone was so kind to bring her outfits, but she was too high to care. She removed her dress and deeply exhaled. The dress was so tight that it left deep red marks around her chest and belly. She walked over to the little closet and placed all of the outfits in it, including the dress that she had just taken off. Once she had finished, she grabbed some fresh panties and a tight tank top. She was planning to stay inside her trailer until the next scene, so she didn't care what she was wearing. She slipped the clothes on before grabbing her journal that rested on the bed. She lay down and grabbed a pen. She wrote all of her struggles onto the pages. When she wrote, she felt a sense of relief. Her emotions were no longer a part of her mind. Instead, they were all in the journal. After around twenty minutes of writing, a nock sounded from the trailer door. She rolled her eyes before getting up slowly. She struggled to maintain her balance since she was still too high in the clouds. She stumbled over to the door before opening it to be met with Elvis.

"Hiya, I just wanted to say that you did really well on set."

She just looked at him blankly before replying.

"Ok, thanks."

She said as she looked into his eyes. He seemed like he wanted something or her to say something. Elvis's eyes wandered towards her chest. She wasn't wearing a bra, and it was pretty obvious. She quickly crossed her arms over he breasts. That didn't stop him. Next, his eyes moved towards her lower half. She was only wearing panties.

"Ok bye."

She said as she shut the door rather quickly. Elvis was instantly snapped out of his dirty fantasies when he heard the door slam shut, and Cora's perfect body was no longer in his view. He walked off, defeated.

After all of the scenes were finished - 8 pm

Cora had been through a stressful day. Her scenes gave her terrible anxiety, and the fact that Elvis kept on trying to talk to her didn't make it much better. She sat in her bed in the trailer. She wore short shorts and a tight little crop top, with no bra. She sat in her bed, rummaging through her handbag like a mad girl. She was overwhelmed with emotion, and she needed an escape again. She pulled out her weed. Just the thought of her possibly being famous made her excited but nervous. Her past kept on flickering in her brain, and her abusive biological parents kept on showing up in the constilations she saw. Her foster parents' harsh words echoed through her ears. She rolled up a spliff, she then flicked a lighter until she saw the bright orange flame. She placed the paper in between her soft lips as she held the flame up to it. She stood up and quietly walked outside whilst inhaling the smoke. She leaned her back against the side of the trailer so that she was out of sight. She could feel the sea of tears getting ready to be unleashed with each puff she took. Her breath grew shaky, and so did her hands. The night sky began to spin, and the stars turned different colours. Her hand was moving out of sight as the dark world was spinning. She couldn't hear a thing. She could only hear her heart beating continuously. She was slightly startled when she felt a hand pull the spliff from in-between her lips and throw it on the cold floor. She looked up to see who had done it. It was Elvis. She squinted her droopy eyes to get a better look at the man.

"Hey, that's mine."

Cora said with a slight tone.

"Not anymore."

He said as he stopped her hand from grabbing the spliff that was on the floor.

"You're so rude."

"You shouldn't be smoking on that, it's bad for ya."

He said as he looked at her face, which was lit up by the pale moonlight. Her features popped as her bloodshot eyes looked into his.

"How old are ya."

"Don't tell anyone.".

She said with a sigh as she looked at him with her pleading eyes.

"I won't, just tell me, doll."

"Seventeen."

She said before looking down at the floor as a wave of regret rose upon her. His face dropped as he looked at her in suprise.

"But you have to be eighteen to work on set."

He said with confusion in his deep voice. She rolled her eyes before replying.

"Don't you think I know that? I just...need the money"

She said quietly. His brows furrowed.

"What do you mean, are a poor."

He said as kindly as possible. She felt a tear run down her face as she tried to find her words.

"Y-yeah i am. I'm gonna go to bed."

She said as she brushed past Elvis but was stopped when she felt his large hand grasp hers. She turned around slowly to look at his sad face. He pulled her closer before stroking her hair.

"If you ever need anyone or anything, you can always come to me."

He said as he cupped her rosy cheeks that were glistening with tears. She just looked up at him before nodding and disappearing into her trailer.

The next morning

Cora slept like a sleeping beauty in her bed. Her hair spralled out over the pillow, and her red cheeks glowed. The door quietly creeked open, letting the smallest amount of sunlight into the small trailer. Then came in Elvis. His hair was messy, and his eyes were dreamy. He scanned the room to find Cora asleep. He walked around the space. He seemed to be searching for something. He wanted to see if she had any more marjuana stashed around somewhere. He didn't want a young girl like herself to fall into an endless drug addiction. But it was already too late. He looked inside the wardrobe and the cupboards. His eyes set on the pink journal that lay beside Cora. He took a few silent steps forward. His nosyeness got the best of him as he reached down to grab the journal. He looked at the sleeping beauty that rested a few feet away from him before standing up right with the journal in his large hands. He opened the journal and scanned the pages with his glassy eyes. His brows furrowed as his hand rose up to cover his frown. He felt his heart sink into a dark pit as he saw the words in black ink.

"I just hate it here, I hate my foster parents, I hate everything. But

they are better than my real parents. I can just remember the way my father hit me and took the words right out of my mouth. I just want to get away. There isn't a point in living if I'm just gonna be miserable."

"The drugs don't seem to be helping that much anymore, I've taken many pills and puffs today, but I still want to die. I don't know how much longer this can keep up."

"I've got a role on a set of a movie. I'm really nervous even though I have taken a handful of pills this morning and in my trailer."

Elvis's eyes began to get watery as his hands covered his mouth. He was shocked and disheartened that such a young girl had to go through this. He was appalled that she had such dark thoughts. He just wanted to do whatever he could to help her. His attention was quickly brought to Cora when she shouted.

"What are you doing!?"

Her once sweet eyes were now menacing as she stood up out of the bed to rush over to Elvis. She rapidly snatched the journal from him as her eyes filled with tears.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"Didn't mean to what? Read MY private journal?!"

He was interrupted by her snappy voice that grew louder.

"How much did you even read anyway?!"

She snapped.

"I don't know, like a few pages."

He said before letting out a defeated sigh. He was apologetic, but he seemed to grow more angry the more she carried on shouting. Her voice peirced through his ears as he tried to hold his rage in. This was the calm before the storm.

"Oh my fucking god! Yes, I read it, but what am i meant to do now? I've said sorry how many fucking times and you're still shouting. Just shut the fuck up!"

He yelled as he hit the wall with his strong fist. Cora was instantly silenced. She flinched as Elvis hit the wall. The tears in her eyes ran down her face and dropped onto the floor that they stood on. Elvis's face calmed as he had realised what he had done. Almost instantly, he pulled her into a tight hug. His big hands ran through her hair as his sweet words rang through her ears.

"Oh no, I'm sorry honey, I'm sorry."

Cora sobbed until she had no tears left to cry. The smell of his cologne against his chest lingered in her nose. Her hands rested on his chest as his arms wrapped around her figure. He pulled away from her to look down into her watery eyes.

"I will always be here if ya need to talk. Why don't ya stay at my trailer."

He said before Cora nodded in agreement. She turned around to pick up her bags and follow Elvis out off the door. They walked into his trailer. Cora rested her bags next to the bed before she planted herself on the edge of the bed. Elvis stood in front of her. She looked up into his eyes as he bent down to cup her rosy cheeks. Without thinking, Elvis's lips met Cora's. They fell into a passionate kiss. Cora felt tingles in her heart as his tongue traced around hers. Elvis only had eyes for Cora. There was no doubt about it. He was a lover boy who was showerd in diamonds and glory. Cora was just a poor girl trying to make a name for herself. They both pulled away before grins rose on both of their faces. Elvis was a smooth operator, he was a dream.

As the weeks flew by, Elvis and Cora grew closer. They would sleep in the same bed and share the same food. During rehearsals, scenes, breaks, and spare time, Cora would be with Elvis. He was the only person who seemed to care for her. He was the only person who looked after her. She was only young and nieve. She needed an older man's love to keep her suicidal self going. Her mental health slowly got better, but her drug use didn't. She took two handfuls of pills a day and smoked at every chance she got. She was slowly killing herself. Whenever she inhaled or swallowed these illegal substances, she had to hide from Elvis. She would sneak out of the trailer at midnight. She would hide the pills and drugs in her bra, under the bed, in her stocking, and every nook and cranny. It was so tiring, but that was the only way she felt alive. Even if she tried to stop the drugs, she would still manage to get stuck with it all over again. It was almost like she was trapped in a world of drugs and pills. She lay awake many nights, wondering how she had ended up in this place, in this life, where she couldn't get away from the drugs. She didn't have a problem lying to herself.

"Oh I will stop when I want to, it's not that bad."

She thought to herself as she harshly swallowed yet another handful of pills. It was a never-ending hell. She just wanted to sheild Elvis from that part of her life, she wanted to protect him. Even though he had read some of her diary and caught her smoking, he still had no idea how much she was suffering. She was slowly dying. But she always put on a smile so that Elvis would think she was getting better.

After the movie was finished

Her and Elvis walked out of the production set for the last time. They stepped out of the grand doors and into the world of fame. Cora was stunned when she was bombarded by paparazzi and fans. She would have thought that they would shout Elvis's name, but to her suprise, they were shouting hers.

"Cora! You did so good!"

"I love you, Cora!"

Fans screamed and cheered. They obviously shouted Elvis's name aswell but Cora was so surprised that she heard her name come out of people's mouths. She waved bye to Elvis as she entered the limo that waited for her, only her. She sat down in the limo with a grin on her face. She had made it all by herself.

A year later

Cora was only eighteen and was already making six figures and signing checks. She had brought herself a lavish mansion in the city of Los Vegas. She had always been hungry for fane and she finally had it in her hands. She would go on shopping sprees and spend thousands, her hair was always flawless and so were her clothes. There was nothing in her closet that wasn't designer. Diamonds were her best freind. She had found a new confidence, she had found a new personality. As she rose to fame, her attitude grew. If someone were to insult her, she would snap back like strong liquor. She put up a confident, sassy image, but deep down, she was still that shy insecure little girl. She was finally separated from her traumatic childhood, but she wasn't separated from the world of drugs and alcohol. The fame had opened her eyes. On moonlit nights, she would be on the cold marble floor, kicking and crying like a bullied child as she felt the pills and drugs eating her insides, her breathless words echoed around the empty room. But that didn't stop her. She needed more. She needed more drugs to fulfil her high. She was plummeting to her doom. She needed help.

The awards evening

Cora sat in the VIP section of the audience. She was struggling to keep her eyes open as she swallowed even more liquor from the glass of wine that was glued to her hand. Elvis sat on the same table as her, and it was obvious that she wasn't ok. As the cameras flashed and the audience roared, she felt a hand grab hers. She was pulled away into a bathroom. She struggled to maintain her balance as the door closed. A blurred man stood in front of her as she squinted her bloodshot eyes. His mouth was moving, but no words came out of it. Cora was in a different world. She had no idea what was even going on. Her vision became fairly decent when the man clapped his large hands loudly.

"Cora, you need to stop it with the drugs. It's not good for ya."

Elvis stated loudly as he cupped his hand under the running water coming from the sink.

"W-what drugs."

Cora said as she felt her knees weaken.

"Don't be stupid. You are always drunk or high, and it's painfully obvious."

Cora's face scrunched as she pointed her finger in Elvis's face.

"Listen, it's none of your b-buisness about what goes on in my life. And i-im not drunk!"

She snapped as her words slurred. Elvis brung his hand that was filled with water up to Cora's red lips. He forced her to swallow as he spoke.

"Not drunk? you are fucking killing yourself! Now drink, it will sober you up so that you don't make a fool of yourself out there."

Elvis wiped her wet mouth with the pad of his thumb as tears ran down her red cheeks.

"Don't start crying now, there isn't anything to cry about."

Elvis said in a raspy tone as he shot her a look. Her eyes darkened as her emotions fueled.

"You don't know half of what happened in my life, I have every fucking reason to cry!"

She yelled as she pushed past the man standing before her. She quickly fell to the cold floor when she felt the gravity fail on her. She lay there, sprawled out across the cold marble, sobbing like a baby. It was deja vu. She had been in this position many times before. Elvis rushed over to her weak body that rested on the floor. He lifted her up before he sat with his back on the wall with Cora laying on his torso. She cried into his chest that radiated his expensive cologne.

"Hush, Hush, darling. It's ok, baby."

He whispered into her ear as his hands gently hugged her. He knew that Cora was going on a straight path to hell. He knew that the drugs would soon start to eat her alive.

Another year later

Cora and Elvis were best friends. They would hang out together. They would chat for hours it was like they were meant to be. Elvis's feelings for her only grew stronger as time passed. He would dream about her every night and think about her every day. She was his dream girl. Cora had gotten everything she wanted in life, money, power, and glory. She had gotten everything she ever dreamed of. But that came with consequences. She would be stalked by paparazzi and mobbed by fans. She would be hated on by people that she had never even met. They would say vile things. This only feuled her drug use. She played a confident girl who was mentally stable, but she was the polar opposite.

Elvis was out in town looking for a floral shop. He finally wanted to confess his feelings to Cora. He entered a local shop. He looked around to see all of the glamorous flowers. They came in all sorts of colours, and some of them were even studded with glitter. He walked around as he scanned each and every one of the coulerfull plants. His eyes lit up when he saw a bouquet of pink and white roses. The plastic that wrapped around it was white and sprayed with glitter. He reached his hand out to grab the bouquet. His eyes examined it for a while before he made his way to the counter. He placed a twenty dollar bill on the wooden surface before saying.

"Keep the change."

He exited the shop with a wide grin. Whilst he was making his way up to Cora's house, Cora was fighting for her life on the living room carpet. She had overdosed. Her helpless crys echoed around the empty room that was spinning. She could feel her insides slowly disintegrating. She felt as if her heart was bleeding. Elvis was pulling up into the driveway. Time was ticking. Her breath began to slow as her eyelids began to close. The bottle of pills on the coffee table fell to the floor as her tears absorbed in the lavish carpet. Elvis nocked on the grande wooden door, but there was no answer. He carried on nocking until he took matters into his own hands. He twisted the golden door knob as he stepped into the mansion. Her turned into quiet whimpers as her heartbeat slowed. Elvis looked around to see where she was. As Elvis was looking around the house, cora was in the process of taking her last breath. She inhaled one last time before her eyes rolled back and her body powered off. Elvis finally looked in the living room. To his suprise, he was greeted with Cora's lifeless body on the red carpet. His eyes widened in shock as he dropped the bouquet on the floor. He ran over to her, pulling her up off the floor and into his arms.

"Cora, Cora, wake up!"

He shouted as he shook her corpse. His eyes filled with tears whilst he attempted to bring her back to life. He shouted and cried like a lost puppy. Her skin was pale, and her heart wasn't beating. Mabey for him there was a tomorrow, but for Cora, it was the end of days. His heart shattered into a million pieces as he finally accepted that she was gone forever.

Always check up on the people you love before it's too late.

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