I told you it'd be up soon! Well, I'm out of stuff to say. I'm sorry if this chapter seems short. Sorry.
Disclaimer: I have begged, cheated, bribed, prayed, wished, and everything else but RENT still isn't mine.
"Angel! Come on!" Mimi whined, pulling her best friend away from the wig shop display.
"Oh, chica, go back to the hotel room. I really want to get a new wig for my wedding! Collins has seen me in every one of the ones I own," she replied.
Mimi just sighed, exasperated. "Fine, I'll tell Collins that you were buying tickets to Mamma Mia!" She gave Angel a peck on the cheek before skipping back to the hotel.
Angel walked into the store and was looking at a few blonde wigs when she heard someone behind her.
"Hello, miss! May I help you find anything today?" the bubbly salesgirl asked. She was short, a little overweight, and blonde. She had lime green rectangle glasses and her hair was swept into a ponytail.
"No thanks, sugar," Angel said. "I'm really just browsing."
"Okay! Well I'll be around if you need me," she bounced away.
After about half an hour, she found a perfect blonde wig for 9.99. (A/N: Think Flawless.) She walked over, paid for it and left.
She was about a block away when she was pulled into an alley. The noise she heard was one that chilled her to the bone. The sound of a gun being cocked.
"One word and I pull it," the voice said as the gun was pressed to her chest. "You don't deserve to live, you fag. God doesn't allow them!"
She never was one to follow the rules. She turned her head and saw her lover across the street. He was calling her name.
"Collins!" she screamed.
"I said not a word! I hope you burn!" the voice growled, and with that he pulled the trigger. She suddenly felt cold. She collapsed.
"ANGEL!" she heard him scream, and saw him running over. She felt really sleepy. Collins sunk to his knees and took her head in his lap.
"Collins," she said weakly. "I love you."
"I love you too Angelcake," Collins sobbed.
She exhaled one last time.
DON'T HURT ME! IT WILL GET BETTER!