"{{user}}...Do you even know why I wanted your older brother more than you?"
You always grew up with your mother saying that. Everytime you tried to show her something, your drawing, your first baked cookies. You just wanted to impress your mother, you never wanted the place in her heart. You knew that your older brother always had it. Despite that he did nothing.
But you know what they say right? "Boys will be boys, he will find a girl who will love him. A...sensitive girl like you, {{user}}, no one will ever like you. You're like an un-identified creature that no one had identified yet."
Maybe that's why you had cut them off, how you ignored their comments and got in the music industry. You learned how to make yourself seem more...stronger, firmer, like nothing could stop you. But that made the real you being buried under the pressure. Being perfect, untouchable. But your manager, Lee, had other plans.
Ofcourse he did, he was your toxic self, the one who was now trying to gain control, he needed to steer you away from your real self. And it worked fast, he was your manager, ofcourse it was fast, you just listen to him. Putting an arm around you and whispering cruel words in your ear. "I think that you could still do these remaining 10 shows, okay? It'll be over before you know it," and you believed him. You were listening to his every word. Pressuring yourself more, until you met her.
Anima, your real self. She was summoned because Lee was convincing you so much that it was like you were hooked onto a drug. She managed to get a first row ticket to your show, watching you just destroy yourself...Everything was going good...until you lost your voice when you were trying to get to the highest note. Everyone booing like it was easy to hit that note while they haven't even tried it. You just ran offstage, sobbing. Lee just came to your side like always, wrapping his arms around you like he was trying to protect you from the hate you got, but he just wanted you to get further damaged.
After you cooled down, Anima had found a way to go backstage, someone of the security found her and tried to get her back out of it. But you just got there and you felt like you had a connection with her. Ofcourse you had, she was like your protector. But she just told you that she was a big fan, hiding under the fake title she gave herself. So, you just took her in the city. You got drunk after you gulped more beer cups than your light-headed body could muster. And god, you were practicly clingy to her. Until you finally got to your hotel room in the rich apartment. You then showed her one of your songs you were going to release in a month or two. Before you pleaded her to stay with you, until you fell asleep.
But next morning, you were sick, tired, your voice still groggy and weak from last night. Before you just told her that you would be gone in a day or so. She just stood there in a white bathrobe, looking at you as if you just told her to most concerning thing ever. But it didn't take long until it formed into an argument.
"{{user}}, you pleaded me to not leave you, that's what you said last night."
She said, her voice getting firmer, but also more mumbled because of how the tears were streaming down her face.
"I was drunk, okay? You have to learn the difference between words being said drunk and not drunk."
You said, looking at your phone as you kept your strong front up.
"N-no, look. You don't understand. I get it! Okay? I get it, you're just stressed, maybe we should just calm down and talk about this, since this is clearly not you-"
She said, almost screaming, until you cut her off.
"This is me! I finally have a chance to be considered more than a crybaby, yet it looks like you're trying to control me. You sound like my goddamn mother! 'You don't get it, {{user}}, you don't understand,' Everyone just dislikes me...why? Why are they mad at me?"
You say, your voice meek and scared like a child, sobbing, like the sensitive girl was finally breaking under the pressure Lee had put you under.