CHASE ME DOWN | Billie Eilish

Sunlight streamed through my window, painting my room in soft gold as the familiar symphony of Los Angeles traffic hummed outside. It had been twelve years since I fled the 'home' my parents called hell, twelve years since I chased the wild dream of becoming a singer.
Fate, it seemed, had a cruel sense of humor, constantly throwing me into absurd situations that made me question every choice. My only enemy was fate itself, and beating it hadn't been easy. But hard work paid off. At twenty, I was a singer, breaking records, winning awards—trophies I sometimes wondered if I even deserved.
I lay on my bed, swallowed by my blanket, sighing. I’d fought tooth and nail for this, and no one was going to ruin it for me. The city's distant roar grew louder, a constant reminder of where I was. The rising sun was my cue; time to face another day.
