I randomly got an idea of this boy trying so hard to get into a play--the theatre group has one month to get ready for the show--and he makes it despite his nervousness, he does a great performance. Then afterwards, he gets jumped... beaten to a pulp.
I'll need to find a play, or make on up, for him to practice for. Whatever play I pick, there weren't enough girls that could actually play the part perfectly, and he was jokingly reading the lines to one of his friends who wanted the part... the theatre teacher had walked in when he was doing it, and she convinced him to play the part. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
...remembering those lines, praticing in front of a mirror for weeks......a bloodly mouth, a broken nose...
...perfecting voice tone and hand motions, memorizing every little detail......another kick in the stomach, blows coming from all sides...
...non-stop practicing, all hopes put into this...dream......so many hits...when will it stop...when will someone save me...
...and this is the reward......the smallest noise, a click...heavy boots thumping closer...
...I am never going to perform again......eyes squint open to see a flash, something metallic—a knife...
...I'm not...going to live to perform again......abrupt pain...the knife glides down a cheek...spilling blood onto the concrete...
...too weak...to fight back...I'm going to die here...in this dirty alley......eyes slide closed...given up...the blade cuts deeper, as if encouraging the action...
...all of this, just because I wanted to act......a sudden shout...the cutter jerks away...a call to run for cover...
...they're running away? why......footsteps running closer before slowing nearby, somewhere close...
...why didn't they finish......the same voice from before, lower in tone...checking to see if...
...maybe I'm dead......a hand tenderly threads through my hair...eyes weakly open to stare at this stranger, this savior...
...savior? someone bothered...to save me?"You're safe now... they're not going to hurt you again."
...a grim smile on a broken face...
...what took you so long..."...thanks...."
...eyes close for a final time, world fading to black.
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He could have died. He might not have. Who knows? :p
Whenever I get the inspiration for this, I'll probably continue. Anyone who reads this, enjoy?
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