The stage was set, this is it, I had to decide. To breathe my last breath onstage and be held captive forever?
My dear Jane Ranebud,
I've admired you from afar since the beginning of your career.
I spend every minute of my life yearning for you, wanting you. Hoping you see me from the shadows. I know what you do every moment of your life just like a couple. One could even say we are in a relationship. I just do all the work.
But I recently found you have been cheating on me. Marrying that other man behind my back. Not even telling me.
I decided that if you were going to lie and live with that other person, there's no point in this relationship, and I can't have you. No one can.
So tonight shall be your last performance. Eight years performing only for your life to end it's quite tragic, isn't it? Unless you want to save your life and everyone's eyes. Then as you plead for your life change the line "Please spare me my sir! I swear on my life I've done nothing wrong." Change the line. I've made this easy, all you need to do is add a small word. Right before you say sir, add dear. "my dear sir" That's not too hard is it? That will be you agreeing to come with me and be mine forever.
I hope you make the right decision.
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I found this letter taped to my mirror as I walked into my dressing room. It smelt like perfume and was in a pink envelope. Just like how my husband used to leave me love notes and encourage me before shows. I never even imagined one of these letters would hold something so horrible.
After reading it I paced around my room re-reading the letter again and again. What do I even do? Die or leave my life to live? But at that point would it even be living? I would be a slave to a person I wouldn't even know. Doing things I would probably hate. Though, I could escape. There was a possibility I would only need to live however I was for a little while.
Five minutes before the show started I made my final decision. I would be changing the line. Everything was in the first act. Then I assumed something would happen at intervals.
The lights blinded me. I could feel the heat from them starting to make me sweat, or was that the pressure from my choices? I wasn't sure.
I went through all the acts, reciting my lines singing and dancing. Making the most of it as I knew I would probably never see a stage again. It was all leading up to the next scene that would forever change my life.
I stood side stage as the lights dimmed and props moved and it became the town which I would plead for my life. Tears sprung from my eyes. I waited for the lights to come back on. I stepped onto the stage and started my scene.
The lines went on and on for what felt like an eternity. The same as it was every night. My character was convicted of a crime and put to death. Except this time, I could actually die. My doom slowly came closer. 190Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ22X6TcMlNA
The stage was set, this was it, I had to decide, did I really want to live alone and captive forever? Would it just be better to die here? No, I would not let doubt get to me. I couldn't at least I would live on and escape if I went with the person.190Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYemAkoUmJX
"Please spare me, my sir!"
The words came out of my mouth. It was muscle memory. Too lost in thought instead of changing, I had said the original line. 190Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡq6LH7PEwFn
BAM
A gun fired and the next thing I knew I was on the stage bleeding out. I could only hope my husband wasn't in the audience.
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