Own Writing: Bygones (Part 1)

*~Warning: Foul language at play.~*

Fuck you. I won'tbe here anymore, not for any of you. Make yourselves useful and calm your dicks, then fuck out of here. I won't be here anymore. I'll be on the dance floor if you have shit to say.

"Get out of my face. You were the one who decided that you would just get rid of me. Now that I want to go, you guys won't let me. You turned your back on me and I continued to chase after your shadow but now that I have the will to leave you and stop hanging onto you, you guys decide to take me back? Just for that, you know what? I'll make your mind up for you. I'm out." Before she started to walk away, she realized her mistake. "Oh, wait. I meant to say that I'll make up all of your minds, all four of you. Sorry about that. Peace."
With a wink and the peace sign, she left. Disappeared.
That happened about three years ago. Now, we all look at her again, the once love-drunk, men-obsessed teenager. She had vanished completely for those past three years and nobody knew what had happened to her at all. The blog that she was so faithfully dedicated to, that she always posted daily on, just sat there. Stuck in time and awaiting it's loving, dedicated owner to be back, the blog was basically the record of her life. Three years of her history was left unrecorded.
Finally, the wait was over. The very moment the second hand of her diamond-studded, white gold watch hit the last second of that minute and the first second of the new minute, all of her followers were sent an email. Everyone was notified that her blog was once again updated. She was back. That moment was exactly 1095 days from the day that she had vanished from the face of America. It was the exact moment that she arrived back in America, the moment she set foot on American soil for the first time in three years. Everyone who knew her knew that the message was no lie. She was the type to do that, notify everyone.

I'm back.
xoxo
Eva Ran

The crowd around the would have made any celebrity jealous. Cameras were everywhere, policemen were everywhere, and the roar of the jet's engine made hearing nearly impossible. As the door to the jet opened, being pulled down slowly by the plane's handler, all sound and movement seemed to have ceased. Everything seemed as if someone had pushed the pause button. There was no movement aside from one, no sound aside from one. The shadow of one of the most influential people on the globe moved across the carpeted jet floor, the source of the shadow moving closer and closer to the stairs of the jet. The first thing that anyone saw was the black sheen of a pair of Louboutin Trottinette boots meeting the white, plastic-layered metal of the steps. The wind blew lightly through her hair as she descended the steps in her pleated mini skirt and black, over the shoulder sweater. The moment the thin Louboutin heels hit the concrete ground, of the airport runway, everyone started moving again. Cameras started flashing, questions spewing from every other reporter's mouth, and policemen using brute force to keep back the oncoming wave of reporters who were all pushing, trying to get closer to that one woman. She was Europe's pride and joy, Japan's fame and wealth, and she was now in the United States of America. The world renowned multi-platinum artist/DJ and the producer of E.P. Productions, Eva Ran aka. Fate.
As soon as she arrived, she was gone. She was one hell of a busy woman but who knew she was like the wind, considering the height of her heels. A sleek black limo had pulled up in front of her as she got off of the jet, waiting to take her to her new office. The reporters that were staring didn't realize that she was going to leave so soon and started to push harder towards Eva. They all needed to get something answer so that they would be able to write an article or maybe even broadcast something but Eva was known to be a rather calm and cool person. A few reporters got past the constricting arms of the policemen and were able to run up to her limo right before she scrolled up the window.
"How does it feel to be back in the United States, Ms. Fate?" The few reporters who were able to get past the policemen tipped their mocrophones towards Eva as she answered.
"It's great. I can't wait to meet everyone again. If you need me, find me on the dance floor. Or in my office." With a light, soothing giggle, she blew a kiss towards the crowd of reporters and gave them the peace sign. "See you later, guys."
She laughed as she rolled the window up, continuing to laugh as she watched her manager throw an all-out fit at her actions. She leaned back onto the leather seat and sighed, smiling. She looked at her manager as he finally calmed down, still frowning though. All she said to him was, "Have fun. We'll be here for a long, long time."
Four men stared at the televisions they were watching, in absolute awe at what they had just seen. In their minds, they all knew the past was going to brew up again, right after seeing the woman's face appear on the screen, wherever they were.