"I'll see you after the next act." Were, possibly, her last words. The actress fled the stage, towards her dressing room.
She never came back.
Another actor went of to find her for curtain call.
5 minutes later, he screamed.
It wasn't the blood spattered over the room that made him. I wasn't that her mouth was frozen in a never-ending yell that made him. It wasn't even that her soulless eyes that haunted him even after today that made him.
It was a tree branch, pile driven into the top of her skull, that made him scream.
Authorities later found a note, tied to the murder weapon. It was written in simple paper, attached with cheap twine.
I held five words only,
" Aang is NOT a girl!"
Because someone had to.
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