Oneshots bc why not :] (check description before reading!!!)

Freedom

One.

Two.

One.

Two.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Breath in.

Breath out.

Ragged, erratic breaths could be heard. His hand was clasped on his urgently heaving chest, feeling his heart running and running away from all the fear, all the panic. His pupils darted around the room, his hands now placed on the sides of his head, over his ears, shutting out the world and that unseen threat. He kept on backing up, flinching as he felt his back crash painfully into the cool wall behind him. The world blurred around him as he so desparately tried to focus on everything around him, but it was too much. 

"C-can't..." 

He stuttered out, his skin tightening against his chest. Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead, as he attempted to block out that invisible threat-

"Cut!" A harsh, low voice called out. The lights were instantly flicked on. The young boy calmed down his wavering emotions before standing up and walking towards the man who called out earlier. 

"Al, you tell me. What do the viewers want? A real. Authentic. Experience. And what did you give me, boy?" The man asked, grabbing the boy by his collar. The boy yelped out in surprise, stared directly in the man's eyes and said, "A real. Authentic. Experience. What more do you want from me? We have been doing this one take for hours!" He protested, feeling the grip on his clothes loosen. 

"Correct." The man said, smiling at the boy. "Good job, Alec." 

The young actor stared in disbelief at the last three words. That's it... he finally could do something right for once! His face didn't show much at the words, but a glint of confidence returned to his brown eyes. 

The man raised his arm and stared at the worn-out watch on his wrist for some seconds and looked at the script in his other hand. He took a quick glance at Alec, noticing the lines underneath his eyes and the strain in his smile. "Alright, good work today! Let's get back to this tomorrow." He called out and the staff in the studio started to pack up everything.

Alec quickly grabbed his backpack and headed for the exit. Running down the endless flights of stairs, his shoes finally touched the familiar ground as he began to walk home. He was lost in his train of thoughts as his legs moved automatically towards the same direction he walked every night. 

The moon cast her gentle glow across the city, bathing everything with a soft, hazy light. The stars twinkled in the deep blue sky, accompanying the moon through the dark and lonely night. The streets were practically dark, with one or two lights on in every large void and space. Alec finally got home, walking into a desolate and empty apartment. 

He flung his backpack in the corner of the room and headed for a shower, a long, boiling hot one, where he could just ponder and wonder and have his thoughts to himself while the water beat his back and drops trickled down his skin. 

After a long hour of wondering and overthinking, he finally decided on getting up and going to bed. He was exhausted, the dark circles under his eyes were visible now that the make up was washed off. He went under the covers, scrolling on his phone to see what's up. 

The night was going alright, until...

"Go kill yourself!"

"You should be dead, why are you alive? You are useless. You waste the food we important people eat."

"Can't even act."

"Your acting is horrible."

"The film isn't bad, you just make it bad."