Ellie Hartland has it all.
A career that is the envy of Her peers
A Bank Balance in the Eight figure range
And Ellie has Millions of Fans all over the World
But She has no Friends.
Ellie is living the American Dream
She is an Actress in the Movies
She is the hottest item in Hollywood
She lives in a huge House in Beverly Hills
And She shops on Rodeo Drive
But She is unhappy
Ellie hangs out with all of the In People
She graces the cover of the popular Magazines
She is a regular on the Ellen Show
And is known to visit the White House
But She is losing it.
When She is at Home She finds comfort in Her
favourite brand of booze.
She sits in Her walk in Robe admiring Her collection
of Shoes and Clothes.
Being an Actress might bring you Money and Fame
But that doesn’t mean that every day will be Sunny
She is starting to crack
After about a dozen shots of Jack Daniels
Ellie still finds it hard to relax
She feels like she living in a Pressure Cooker
Will the steam ease off gently?
Or will it go off with a blast?
Will Ellie Hartland get Her shit together?
The cracks are widening
The next Morning Ellie decides that She needs some Sun
Just go out and have fun and relax
So She needs a shopping fix
She parks Her Mercedes Benz on Rodeo Drive
And She shops until She is ready to collapse
God sometimes it is good to be alive.
She is feeling better.
After a few hours of shopping
Ellie takes a drive to the Beach
She is feeling the better then She has in Months
But then She is confronted by about Twenty Fans
who all want a Selfie.
And all of the commotion has caught the attention of
the dreaded Paparazzi
Jesus cant they just leave me alone?
She gives Her Fans all the Selfies they want
The cracks are reappearing
Ellie is distressed and feeling overwhelmed
that She doesn’t make it to the Beach
She just drives on Home
She rushes inside and locks all the Doors
And She goes straight to the Liquor Cabinet
She is about to start one hell of a bender
She has fallen in
For two Weeks all Ellie does is drink Shot after Shot
She has also discovered a new escape route
In the shape of a jagged little Pill
Ellie is running from something
But She has forgotten what
Will Her Fans forget Her if She Dies?
She thinks that they probably will
But Ellie couldn’t really care less
She has had enough of wealth and fame
She is tumbling over and over
Ellie is laying on Her Bathroom floor
She has one mother of a Hangover
Then She remembers that She has to attend her
latest Movies premiere
She races to the Bathroom Mirror
Does my Hair look alright?
Is my Mascara running?
The question needs to be asked
Will Ellie just give up?
Or will She stand and fight?
She is still falling
Will Ellie build up the nerve to walk the Red Carpet
Does She believe in this Fairy Tale?
Or will She just cash in Her Chips?
The final ride
You swim in
But you don’t come back with the Tide
But Ellie Hartland goes to the Premiere
With a fake smile on Her Face
And She walks the walk and talks the talk
But She feels lost and out of Her depth
Will She spiral out of control?
Or will She hold it all together?
She has few quiets Drinks before She mingles with
Will anyone notice that She is not really there?
But then again does anyone really care?
Ellie Hartland arrives Home in a very distressed
And She runs Herself a Bath
Then She swallows a handful of Pills and washes them
down with Bourbon straight from the Bottle
Ellie Hartland has walked Her last Red Carpet
She has walked Her final path
She climbs into Her Bath
And a huge smile lights up Her Face
She didn’t like where She has been
But She sure as Fuck knows where She is going
So just be careful what you wish for
Because all of your wishes might be realised
But is it really worth it?
Because Ellie Hartland just died.
Thank you for taking the time to read one of my stories and could you please make a donation to go towards my ambition to become a fulltime writer. Thanks again Steven.