Priceless (A MIKA Fanfic) (Remake)

Chapter 35 (Alternate Ending)

(This is the alternative ending to this story for anyone who wishes the story ended differently. I felt as if I couldn't leave Mica and my character like that, so here you go.)

I woke up to someone shaking me gently, and a voice.

"Good morning, Victoria." I heard someone say from next to me.

That was Mica. Well, his name wasn't Mica anymore. It was Mika. And he was now an internationally famous singer.

I felt so lucky to be married to him. There were hundreds of girls in the world now that idolised him and were in love with him too. Many of them were prettier than me, and were more interesting. He could be with any one of them. But for some reason, he still chose me over all of them.

And me? I was now a famous author. I wrote books for young adults about struggles that a lot of teenagers went through, such as depression, bullying and suicide. I had quite a big fanbase myself, because a lot of young people apparently found my writing inspiring and relatable. I loved my fans, and it was amazing that people actually liked my work.

I turned to face Mika, who was lying beside me. If I thought he was handsome as a teenager, I should have seen him now. His hair was messier and curlier, and his eyes were even more hazel. His features were perfectly defined, and he was even more beautiful, if that was possible.

He sat up in bed, and I sat up too, stretching and yawning.

"Are you excited for the release of your new book today?" he asked me.

I suddenly remembered that today was the day that my new book would be released. It was a book called Priceless, and it was based on the relationship of Mika and I when we were teenagers, starting from when we first met. It also dealt with the issues of self harm and suicide, which was based on my own experiences. At the end of the book, the character based on me killed herself. I almost did that too. Almost. If Mika's words hadn't saved me that night.

I was also going to be doing a book signing today to celebrate the release of Priceless, and it was going to be at the local book shop. I was kind of excited, but also scared. I knew that most of my fans knew that I wouldn't be able to talk to them, and they accepted that. But what if some of them didn't know, or made fun of me for it?

I was also afraid that my fans wouldn't like my new book. I had never really written a romance novel before, so it was kind of worrying. I didn't know how they would react to it, and I was scared that they would think it was awful, even though it had been accepted for publishing.

"I'm excited. But I'm also scared." I told him.

"Why are you scared?" he asked me.

"I'm worried that my fans are going to hate Priceless. And some of them might not know that I don't talk when they meet me, and they might laugh at me." I sighed.

"Victoria. Priceless is amazing, and you're amazing too. They're going to love it. And if people make fun of you when they meet you, then they're not your real fans, and you should pay attention to the people that love your work instead." Mika told me.

"I guess you're right." I said.

"Trust me. It will be okay." he said, taking my hand in his.

Mika leaned in to kiss me, and I leaned in too. Our lips were centimetres away from each other, almost touching. Then the door flew open, and we sprung apart as a little girl ran into the room, followed by a barking dog.

"Mummy! Daddy! Wake up! It's my first day of school today!" she yelled excitedly as she climbed onto the bed and began jumping up and down.

I sighed, but I couldn't help smiling at them. Our four year old daughter Wysteria, and our dog Melachi.

"We're coming downstairs in a minute, Wysteria." I told her.

"Okay!" she said, then she ran back out of the room, Melachi following her.

Mika sighed, and he got out of bed.

"I'll go and make breakfast for Wysteria and feed Melachi while you get ready, okay?" he said.

"Okay." I replied.

Then he left the room and went downstairs, and I got ready for the day. I went into the bathroom and had a wash, then I went back into the bedroom to get dressed.

As I was getting dressed, I caught sight of myself in the mirror, and like every morning, I was forced to look at the self-inflicted scars littering my body. Even though it had been a long time since I last cut myself, they were still there, because the cuts were quite deep. I remembered how I had felt when I had given myself those scars as a teenager, and at the time I had done it because I thought I deserved it.

I still did think that I deserved it, but I had stopped self harming now. Mika had convinced me to try and stop, and now I was three years clean from it. I was quite proud of myself for that, because it was a long time for me. I still had the urge to do it sometimes, but I always fought it.

I tried not to think about it, and I carried on getting dressed for my book release and signing. When I was finally ready, I was wearing a grey shirt with a pink sweatshirt over the top, black leggings and light blue socks.

Then I went downstairs to eat breakfast myself. Mika and Wysteria were already at the table eating. He had two slices of toast and a cup of coffee, and she had a bowl of cereal and a glass of orange juice. Melachi was in the corner, eating her dog food.

I opened the fridge and took out a pot of yoghurt, and I got a bowl from the cupboard to pour it into. Then I brought a tub of fresh fruit out of the fridge and put some of it in my yoghurt, and I put the tub and the rest of the fruit back in the fridge. After getting a spoon from the drawer, I joined my family at the table.

"I made you coffee." Mika said, and he reached over to the kitchen counter to pass me a cup of coffee.

"Thanks." I smiled at him, taking a sip of it.

When we had all finished breakfast and we were about to leave the house, Wysteria spoke.

"Mummy? Daddy?" she said, sounding worried.

"What's the matter?" Mika asked her.

"I'm scared to go to primary school." she told him.

"Why?" I said.

"I'm probably going to get bullied. The other kids will probably be bigger than me. I don't want them to hurt me." she said, her eyes full of fear.

I looked at my daughter, and saw myself in her. She looked more like Mika, with her long, chocolate brown curly hair, and she had his eyes too. But when it came to her nature, she was a lot more like me. She was easily upset and worried a lot, and she was scared of a lot of things.

"Wysteria Penniman. You are the daughter of a boy that is famous for writing hit songs about getting through bullying, and a girl that is famous for writing bestselling books about that same topic. Do you really think that you're going to let them make fun of you?" I said to her.

"You're right, Mummy. I'm not going to let them make fun of me." Wysteria told me, a look of determination on her face.

I smiled at her, then she started to head back upstairs.

"Where are you going?" Mika asked.

"I'm just going to get my school bag. I'll be back in a minute!" she called down the stairs, then I heard her run up the rest of the stairs to her room.

"Victoria, I'm proud of you." Mika said, once she was gone.

"Why?" I asked, looking down at the floor.

"Because you're changing the lives of so many people, including our daughter. You think that you're worthless, but you always prove that you're nothing of the sort." he told me with a smile.

I looked up slightly and smiled back at him.

"Thanks. But I think you've changed more people's lives than me." I said.

He smiled again, and a moment of silence passed between us before he spoke again.

"I never did get that kiss this morning, you know." Mika whispered.

He leaned in and kissed me, and I kissed him back. It was a gentle kiss, with more love than anything else. When we pulled away, we looked at each other for a moment and smiled.

Then Wysteria came back downstairs, and we all put our shoes and coats on to go out. I put Melachi on a lead, so that we could bring her out with us. Mika unlocked the door, and we all stepped outside before he locked it again. Then the three of us walked out of our house and down to where the car was. Mika was holding Melachi's lead, and Wysteria was in the middle of Mika and I, holding hands with both of us.

No matter how famous or rich you are, there is one thing that cannot be bought, and that is love. Because love is one of the few things that does not have a price. Not because it is worth nothing, but because it is worth everything.

And that is why love is priceless.