1Title: My Chance To Shine

By: Chocolate Star

Rating: R

Genre: Angst/Horror

Date Started: 5-3-02

Date Ended: 5-3-02

My Chance To Shine

I walk onto stage, ready to do my final scene. My prince is standing there, happy to see his beloved. In return I am cold and cruel. Lying through my teeth. Telling him that the love between us does not exist, that I love another. He doesn’t believe me, I don’t blame him, after all we endured together, I don’t blame him. Yet I keep up my facade, I remain cold and unfeeling. Eventually he gives up, his head hanging in sorrow. His eyes reflecting the pain my harsh words caused him. Defeated he turns and walks off stage.

It is then, I collapse. My body racking with sobs, I couldn’t believe it, I had done it. I had chased my prince away. The truth is I could not bare to have my prince see me leave. For I could not bare to see him sad when I returned to my world. I would rather have him think I no longer loved him. At least that way he would move on, find someone else who could keep him safe and happy. If he knew I still loved him when I left, he would hang on to that. Hang on to the hope that one day I would return and we would be together forever. The curtain falls, I wait to hear the thundering applause. And there it comes, echoing loudly through the theater. The curtain opens, once again. The roses are thrown onto the stage, the crowd is on their feet for a standing ovation. A bouquet is thrust into my hands. At that moment everything is right the world is perfect. This was my chance to shine, my moment of glory.

Eventually the crowd begins to leave, and I return to my dressing room. I change my clothes and tell my director I’m going to my apartment to freshen up before the cast party. I drive to my apartment complex. Getting out of my car I grab the roses. I begin walking to the building, it was raining and I got a wretched parking space. A hand grabs me from behind. One covering my mouth. I try to scream but to no avail, it just clamped down harder. My roses fell out of my hands. Tears of terror streaming down my face. My attacker throws me down viciously. The impact almost knocked me unconscious. He savagely ripped off my clothes, despite my kicking and screaming. He punched me in the face. Which caused me to bite down on my lip. The taste of blood soon filled my mouth. I grew weak, my struggling had gotten me no where.

I lay there hurt and abused. Tears still streaking my face. Here there would be no closing curtain; no applause. For this wasn’t a play, this was real life; and the real world was far from perfect.
05-03-02

© Sahar Khan