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He was forced to play the role of his life at the age of five. His life was a play and he was to be the hero and the damsel in distress would have to be saved and it was all up to him to find her and see why she'd done this to him. He kept looking and searching and hoping and by the time he was ten-years-old, it was time for scene two.

They moved—him and his family—to a setting of happy little families in nice expensive houses. According to the script, this was his chance to shine. There, that girl there, across the street; she's the one. It was her fault. But blaming her wouldn't do much. She was nice and sweet and pretty and helplessly breathtaking.

She was the main character and he had to go meet her. He walked over—looking before he crossed like his mother told him—and he started talking to her. She looked at him like she'd never talked to a boy before, but by the time he'd gotten onto the part where he tells her his name, she'd stood up and taken his hand and pulled him to her backyard where they played hide and seek for hours until it was dark and the hero and damsel had to go inside for dinner.

They played hide and seek every day and he tuned his skills for finding her, safe and sound, behind the shed and saving her from the imaginary monsters and ghosts and demons that could harm her. She'd always giggle when he'd whisper that he'd save her from everything and hug his arm and follow him away from the moldy old shed.

When they were fourteen and things started becoming much harder for him, he noticed that she didn't seem to need to be saved as much now. He'd try to keep her from wandering too far with her friends, while in the background their mothers talked about how they seemed so much like brother and sister.

That day when he came home to find her sitting on the backyard swing with one of her boyfriends all over her, he swore that it didn't bother him and as long as he could watch her she would be okay. But when she headed off with said boyfriend and started staying out until 11 at night, he left and didn't come back until her 18th birthday.

That day he came back she looked so surprised to see him. She ran and hugged him and scolded him for leaving—how like her. But he wasn't there for a reunion. In a split second the realized just how scary cold metal and sturdy fingers could be.

She fell to the ground and her eyes widened. She couldn't find the voice to scream.

He lay in a puddle of his own blood, the happiest smile on his face that she'd ever seen.

He'd gone and shot the main character, and now she couldn't be saved.

&&CURTAIN.

NOTE:

It's very short. I

wanted it to be a

bit longer, but oh well.

If I owned it I wouldn't be broke. ♥