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"So paranoid, Noelle," she gave a dry chuckle.
A loud sound announced the end of the first act and the beginning of the five minute intermission.
Everyone heard it.
Miss Allison's expression turned soft as she looked at Noelle, giving her a quiet nod.
Noelle turned to grab her manuscript paper, preparing to go backstage. Yet as she moved, it was to find herself fitted against a blunt object.
Ann Marie's eyes were glassy as a sick smile tugged at her lips.
"Not so fast," she drawled slowly.
The people behind didn't seem to realize what was happening. Not until Miss Allison turned to look at Noelle expectantly but finding her unmoving.
"Noelle?"
She didn't answer.
Eyes fixed to Ann Marie, she looked the girl straight in the eye, not showing any type of fear.
"Don't tell me you're going to kill me now?" Noelle asked, a lopsided smile on her face.
Miss Allison moved, coming towards her before suddenly drawing to a halt, her eyes wide.
"Ann Marie… Is that…"
Ann Marie moved the gun higher, settling it against Noelle's temples.
"It's all your fault," she spat at Noelle, her gaze full of malice. "If it weren't for you, it would bemehere.Meperforming!"
Noelle didn't dare move an inch. Though she was about to faint at the sight of the gun, she didn't want to show any weakness.
"Ann Marie, please don't. We can talk about this. Right Noelle?" Miss Allison continued, putting one foot in front of the other.
"Don't!" Ann Marie yelled. "Don't move or I'll blow her brains."
Noelle stared unflinchingly at the deranged girl in front of her. Though she was afraid that Ann Marie would pull the trigger any moment, she also couldn't help but feel pity for her and what had brought her to this state.
But she also knew that pitying Ann Marie would only worsen things, as would trying to talk to her as Miss Allison was doing.
"Do it," Noelle suddenly said, lifting her hand and placing it over Ann Marie's. "Do it," she repeated, staring into the girl's eyes and the insanity she witnessed there. "Kill me. But that's not going to give you a spot in the performance."
"Noelle, shut up," Miss Allison snapped. "You're not helping."
"On the contrary," Noelle responded as she saw the slight twitch in Ann Marie's lip. "This is exactly what Ann Marie needs to hear. That she's a failure. That she couldn't even win with a stolen piece."
There was a gasp in the room, Noelle couldn't be sure whom it belonged to. But she just continued.
"You didn't know? Tell them, Ann Marie. Tell them how you stole your second piece from me. Or you're too much of a coward for that?"
"Shut the fuck up," the girl finally snapped, bringing the butt of the gun against Noelle's head with enough force to make her wince in pain.
Yet Noelle didn't move. She might hurt, but she was still alive. And as long as she lived, she would fight.
"Kill me. If you have the guts to do it," Noelle dared again.
Miss Allison was freaking out, as were the other students.
