It Scares Me That I Relate To This

by ijustreadfanfic

I've been like this for years. Holding in feelings, urges. Hating people. Now that I have this show, this way to relese my anger... I have to deal with this. And her, She's the first person I've truly cared about in a while. THIS IS OC CHARACTERS INSPIRED BY THE MOVIE/MUSICAL

4. Chapter 4

The school day just ended, so I'm walking to the theatre for rehearsal. Before I open the door, though, I hear crying. "I'm sorry, okay?!" a voice screams. I freeze. That's Eliza's voice.

Quietly, I walk towards the source of her voice. When I peek my head around the corner, I see Eliza being shoved against the wall of lockers by some meat headed bitch and her posse. "You shoved into my friend and you're not gonna say sorry?"

"I said I'm sorry."

A loud smack could be heard throughout the hallway. I feel anger roaring in my stomach, an anger so hot it turns my insides numb. So hot it almost feels cold. I back away and race to the theater. Once at the entrance, I sneak backstage to grab a prop, my trenchcoat, which was prepared for a complete run of the show. I check just to make sure, to see I have everything I need for my plan. I do.

I run back into the hall. By now, Eliza is sobbing, and that bitch is punching her in the stomach. I put on my best grin. "Hey, asshole!" I say casually, stepping out from my hiding spot.

Eliza's eye's widen as she sees me, but she doesn't speak. The beach holding her lets her go and turns to face me. I can see her little clique whispering behind her. "What did you just call me?"

"What you are, asshole. But anyway, let's get to the point. Step away from the lady."

The girl scanned me for a moment, then grabs Eliza by her shirt, shoving her against the lockers once again. "Or what?"

I sigh. I pull the fake gun out of my trench coat and aim it at the girl. Her entire friend group back up, yelling at me. A few people run away. She stares at me, and I just grin at her. She drops Eliza and backs away. "You're not gonna get away with this, you know that right?"

With that, her and her remaining friends run away. Once they are all out of sight, I run over to Eliza, who had collapsed.

"Are you okay?"

Eliza looks up at me and nods. "Why the hell did you do that?"

"Well, I wasn't gonna let that bitch bet you up. What, you're not going to thank me?"

Eliza laughs, then winces. "Thanks. But I mean, why the gun?"

I open my mouth, the close it again. I can't come up with the perfect way to say it for a moment, but then it comes to me. Grinning, I say, "The extreme does seem to make an impression."