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It was a new day, and after I woke up this morning, my manager shoved his phone in my face and told me to read the brief message that would be going out to my fans. The show would film scenes that wouldn't need me, and then it would stop filming for the next few months till I recovered. I would recover quickly for the show to be done filming by May 2023. It was such a long time for me to recover but it was the only thing I could do.

I was worried for fans reactions so I wanted the message to be able to provide information while keeping it brief and then to assure everyone.

'Hello, this is banksy entertainment

A few days ago, we came to the decision to allow Actor Korain, take a hiatus from acting. At the start of this year, Korain was on hiatus for an ankle injury. As an company who aspires to protect and take care of our actors, we have to announce that there was more to this previous situation than we announced. 

Our actor Korain, has taken it upon himself to write an apology and to announce the serious situation which had taken place a few days ago. His announcement will come out soon out on his personal instagram in time.

As a company, we will like to announce that any dangerous or violent behaviour towards our actors will not be tolerated at all, and you will be taken to court and tried. We value our actors safety more than anything and will try our hardest to protect them in the near future.

Thank you for you time, and we ask you for patience and an open mind!'

I nodded as I read through all of it, it was simple, and announced nothing that I wished to announce myself. It helped to announce a little bit of what I would explain and I was ready to start writing my apology to my fans, but to also give them insight of what happened to me, and what happens to actors sometimes. It wasn't all actors, but it was ones like me who happened to be unfortunate to attract people with obsessive problems.

"Have you turned your phone on yet?" My manager asked, and I shook my head, "You're going to have to if you want to post your message online."

All I could was mumble out an 'I know' but really I just didn't want to turn on my phone. I had been neglecting my fans and hadn't messaged them for a few days, but mostly, I was scared of facing Chan. I had completely ignored him because I was so...embarrassed? I felt weird facing him, after what had happened, I felt so insecure and like I couldn't talk about what happened. I guess I didn't want Chan to judge me.

"Korain-ah...you can't keep doing this..." My manager sighed as we all sat around his kitchen table eating breakfast.

"Cant keep doing what?" I asked him, Olivia watching us carefully.

"Shutting people out. I know what happened was terrible and I know you feel terrible and I would never blame you for that, but ignoring people is not going to help you." He replied with an edge to his tone.

"I just want to be alone, nothing wrong with that.." I muttered, eating my cereal.

"No, there's a difference with wanting to be alone, and then ignoring people because your scared." 

Why was he getting this audacity from?

"Scared? Of what?" I asked him, sourly.

"I dont know you tell me Korain-ah." He shrugged and I watched as Olivia pat his arm to calm him down and to stop being so ignorant.

"I just don't want to talk to anyone, hyung." I shrugged again, and tried to ignore his stare.

"Yeah well, I hope Chan knows you 'just dont want to talk to him'." He said with clear disdain in his voice, and I looked at him angrily.

First of all, how does he know about Chan in that way? Secondly, why did he think it was kay for him to be so aggressive and mean right now? Did I truly deserve it? The way he was speaking to me, again, like I'm a little kid doing something wrong.

"Shut up, that's not any of your business." I shook my head at him, an anger building up at his clear disdain for me.

"Not any of my business? It's literally my job to look out for you!"

"No, your job is to look over my schedule! Not me! What I do in my spare time has nothing to do with you!" I shouted and it scared Olivia which I quickly apologised for.

I really desperately wanted to leave and get out of their apartment, to just leave them alone, the guilt of using them was overwhelming. Yet, the idea of even going outside without any further updates from the police was narrowing and made my heart palpitate. I was scared of going outside, even when the sun was blaring, but to avoid this argument...It was my only option.

I stepped up from the table, and thanked Olivia for taking care of me. I ignored my manager and limped with my crutch to the bedroom. I changed into some clean clothes, which I would give back later, and then I grabbed my essentials. My essentials consisted of my wallet, my dead phone and my keys. I put them all into a pocket and started making my way to their front door.

"Where are you going?" I heard his voice ask, and I shrugged before leaving his apartment.

I didn't know where I was going, but I walked and walked for an hour, not stopping for anything. I would rather not be recognised like this, not that many would recognise me with my face all fucked up. My body had sub-consciously took me back to the apartment building. I looked at it, it seemed taller and darker now, more scary.

"Oh, Korain? Right?" 

I looked to my left, a woman was walking out of the front doors to the block of apartments. I sighed, hoping she wasn't a fan but as she walked closer. I recognised her eyes, and the coat she was wearing. It was the woman who had come upon me on the stairs, and I felt more comfortable with her immediately. She had followed me to the hospital, and talked to the police although I didn't get to speak with her.

"I'm the woman who helped you at the stairs."

"Yes. I recognise you, thank you for all your help." I thanked her kindly, bowing as well as I could with the crutch on my arm.

"Oh, don't be silly. I couldn't leave you there even if I had no heart." She chuckled, "I didn't know you were an actor when I helped you."

"Oh, yeah." I nodded awkwardly, was she going to ask for something now? Tell me she was going to post something online?

"It must be hard now because of what he did to you. I hope the find him, he's a fucking bastard." She said and I snorted at her sudden language.

"I hope they find him too." I said and smiled at her. She must of been a bit younger than my own mother, the wrinkles and skin blemishes hadn't found themselves on her skin just yet.

"The police were at your apartment yesterday, I walked past them on the way down the stairs." She said, and I nodded.

The police had asked for any evidence whether he had made contact before attacking me, and I got to tell them about the flowers and they wanted to collect the message card form the flowers to see if he left finger prints behind. I gave them the passcode to enter as I wasn't going to be there.

"Oh, and there was also a young man trying to get in. Maybe he was one of your friends?" She questioned and I frowned. 

"What did he look like?" I asked her and she started thinking with her mouth open as if she was going to speak.

"Mmm, lets see. He had short brown hair, he was quite short...maybe around your height. A nice smile. He was wearing a grey jumper and some ripped jeans..." She said with a smile, "Why, that's all I can remember Korain-ah."

"I think I know who it was, thank you..." I said to her and she nodded.

"Well, I'll be off to work now." She pat my shoulder softly, "Have a nice day and be safe!"

I said my goodbyes to her, and decided to walk into the building. Chan had visited yesterday, and I felt bad for not telling him. The fear I had of facing him was probably hurting him, but I was sure he would understand why I had done it. I was unsure of whether he was here today or busy as usual in the studio. I walked to the stairs, trying not to back down from going up to my apartment.

If Chan visits later today, I would speak to him. Let him know what's happened. I would also write out my apology for my instagram too. I sighed, out of stress.

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