Mia’s eyes opened, her vision blurred for several seconds before clearing. Her gaze drifted to the floor of her hotel room; bottles of liquor scattered the floor, along with a few random pieces of clothing she’d thrown around the room in blind rage. Reaching for her phone, Mia began scrolling through her messages, hoping to find one that didn’t reaffirm the harsh reality that had curled it’s fist and punched her in the face. Trevor was dead. Her brother was dead. The thought alone made the youngest Cohen hurl her phone at the nearest wall, watching it shatter. Standing up, she turned and began tearing at the sheets on her bed. It amazed her how in only a matter of a few days, her entire life had unraveled. On moment, her and her siblings were on top of the world, and now here she was, mourning the loss of one of them. Her mind tried kept trying to remind her off all the terrible things he’d done, but truthfully, in that moment, Mia didn’t care. All she wanted was to pick up her phone to call Trevor and have him answer, even if it was just to tell him he was busy and not to bother him.
Her chest heaved up and down as tears slid down the young blonde’s cheeks, seeing the destruction she’d caused in her room; her bed sheets were thrown around the room, a vase lay shatted a few feet away. Wiping her cheeks with the back of her hand, Mia reached out for the pack of cigarettes that lay on her bedside table. Walking towards the outdoor balcony, Mia swung open the sliding glass door and stepped out onto the cement landing. A gentle breeze had begun to blow, which normally Mia would find calming, but now just made her insides feel cold. Lifting the cigarette to her lips, Mia rested her elbows on the balcony rail and reached for the lighter in her pocket. With shaky hands, she tried and failed to get the lighter to light. Eventually with all her fidgeting, Mia accidently dropped the lighter over the landing, sending it nearly 25 stories straight down. Ripping the cigarette from her mouth, Mia threw it in anger as her gaze caught sight of the drop below. Reaching for one of the chairs that had been left outside, Mia stepped onto it before carefully stepping up onto the balcony.
Her hands gripped the bottom of the balcony that was above her room as she looked down into the Los Angeles streets. Cars were zooming past and people were walking, all of them completely unaware of the 5’7 blonde towering above them. Mia couldn’t do anything except stare, tears brimming her eyes causing her vision to blur yet again. The breeze came again, this time harder, causing Mia’s balance to stumble just slightly. Her foot dangled off the edge for the briefest of moments before Mia pulled it back. Reaching down, she grasped a firm hold onto the ledge of her own balcony before lowering herself down back onto the cement landing. Mia stumbled back into a chair, clutching her knees to her chest as her tears began to flow freely and her entire body shook. In that moment, the cold truth of reality had finally hit her.