It should've been you

Chapter three

I hate being in the same room as him yet not being alone with him. All the other mates are standing around getting ready.
"Alright, so I was going to give out rolls, but since we have a shortage of characters, how about we audition our characters and I'll decide who plays where," Stephen says and look at Cindy. "You first."
She eagerly runs up the stairs. I go and take a seat in the second row and look at the stage. My heart is beating incredibly fast and my stomach is dancing.
"Can I start?" She asks. I watch Stephen nod and take a seat in the middle to get the better view. "Okay, so I'm auditioning for Suzie."
"Go ahead," Stephen swings his pen in the air.
"War? You're going to war?" She puts up her best act and playing off a little high english accent. "Why can't you just stay home with me and the kids? I've fought wars over the last few years to get your heart and yet you still want to go to war. What have I done to deserve this much of you? Aren't you as my husband suppose to love me wholeheartedly?"
"Cut!" Stephen shouts and clap his hands. "Thanks Cindy. Who's next?"
"I'll go!" Tatum gets up and run to the stage. Cindy comes down and take a seat all impressed and happy with herself. "I'll be auditioning for General Shein."
Stephen nods his head indicating for him to go.
"I don't want peace. I want justice!" He speaks deep and loud. "History will repeat itself if we don't fight for it. We will fight and claim back what was ours. Even if my sweat turns into blood and...and my body turns into dust. I shall kill and destroy everything that belongs to them."
I clap my hands as well and watch him walk down to his seat again. A hard voice does fit him very well.
"Next!"
"I'll go," Aubrey gets up and runs to the stage. I inhale deeply and just watch her hoping I won't get chance to do my part just yet. "I'll be doing Darla."
She turns sideways and look at the crowd.
"Leaving becomes routine for him. I promised to never marry a man like my father...yet, unconsciously...I ended up doing that. If it's not alcohol or women...it's war. I'm at war with his desires. Why? Because I'm not one of them," she inhales deeply and turn to her other side. "I'm sorry my love Fergus Brown, but I have to move on."
Stephen nods impressed and turn in his seat looking around then straight to me.
"Annasophia?"
I get up from my seat and hesitantly go up the stage. My legs feels wobbely and throat is suddenly drying up. I get to the front and look at everyone that's staring at me.
"I'll be doing the narrator," I say and clear my throat. Right, I can do this. "I would start my story by once upon a time but...only that is for those with happy endings. This one has no ending. In fact, the war continues through generations for those who craves justice and power. Thousands of families suffers and yet, everyone still feels empty."
I pull in my breath and look at Stephen that nods with a smile. I rush down from the stage back to my seat. I'm not scared of acting or doing silly things. I'm scared of getting personal with Stephen.

What do girls do when they're alone in a room? They paint their nails and gossip. Jenny and I are crushing in my dorm room painting our nails and just talking about Kyle and a few other students. That's what we do.
"Now changing the subject. How's your parents?" Jenny asks laying on her stomach doing her fingernails.
"They're...fine," I reply nearly breaking my back to get to my toes. "I haven't spoken to them since I got back. Think it's better that way. Then I can actually focus on my studies and get out of here."
"Anna, what are you planning to do after this?" Jenny asks giving me a sudden serious look. I raise my eyebrow at her and bite on my bottom lip.
"Well, go to New York and become an actress," I tell her. "Whatever Broadway show they want to cast me in, I'm game. What about you?"
"Well, I don't know," she smiles awkwardly at me. "Probably stick around, get a full time job and settle down."
"Sounds perfect," I giggle and look at my feet again. Jenny and I both dreamed big dreams growing up. Now that we're at the verge of entering new stages of our lives, we're both thrown in the deep.

Acting has been a dream since I've been a child, but now Stephen is my reality. I simply cannot concentrate with him jumping around and running the play like it's some circus.
"Okay, let's try again," he says and stand back. "Action!"
"You always leave me and the kids at home while you drink yourself drunk with your stupid friends!" Aubrey that's acting as Darla shouts at Trevor who's playing opposite her as her husband, Fergus.
He swings his hand in front of her face as she continues to pretend to be slapped and falling back. Stephen gives me the sign. It grows quiet and Aubrey's silent whimpers is all to be heard.
"Millions of men dies on the battleground. Strangers, friends and people we're familiar of. Guns would sing a vicious song of hurt and death as it strucks their enemies," I say and inhale deeply looking at Aubrey then back at the empty audience. "But the silent wars, are those we're not aware of. Soon you'll find that we're not only fighting on the battleground, but we're fighting on homeground. Words are being used as guns that wounds a heart and kills the mind, fists would fall like bombs causing massive explosions of emotions and darkness. Soon when there is only quiet, the soldier cries. He lost not only the battle, but his wife."
"Cut!" Stephen gets up and clap his hands. "That was excellent! That hit was solid. Best is Aubrey, when he hits you, fall over and cover your face. Trevor, don't fiddle with your hands, just stand strong and watch her, arms apart and feet shoulder positions. Annasophia, your voice and accent are perfect, but you need to be more engaging to the audience, okay? You're not just the narrator, you're telling the story."
I nod my head and inhale deeply. My head is starting to spin and I can feel my chest being wrecked by my heart. Before I could say anything, my whole body grows weak. Everything goes dark and my story ends there.