Love Is Love

And in the face of ignorance and resistance...

Lin's POV:
Leaving Stacy I ran back into the theatre, that 'couple' are completely screwed up. I finally found them in the green room smoking. Even my theatre self cringed at the sight.
"Okay, what the fuck was that all about?"
They both turned to me as the male moved to a more threatening stance and the woman moved behind him.
"I don't want either of you going near Stacy again."
"Fine, I can live without that pathetic bitch."
The female muttered that sentence as I turned to look at her. Really? Did she actually say that?
"I beg your pardon?"
"SHE SAID THAT SHE CAN LIVE WITHOUT THAT PATHETIC BITCH!"
The man yelled as I rolled my eyes.
"Well done hotshot. Want a trophy? Feel free to have one of my Tony's if you want."
I sneakily added, you can't go into an argument empty handed. It's guaranteed you will lose. But free styling raps helps with free styling insults pretty well.
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU ANYWAY?"
"You will regret that soon. Both of you."
They both looked at me confused as I laughed in disbelief.
"You actually don't know who I am do you? Let's play a guessing game, I wrote three musicals, won two Tony's, Puerto-Rican, going to get a star on the walk of fame, freestyle rapper..."
"We get it. You like to boast. More to the point who the fuck are you?"
"Alexander & Usnavi, more commonly known as Lin-Manuel Miranda."
I held back a laugh as their expressions changed entirely. I'm surprised they didn't know straight away when I said I was Puerto-Rican but hey, more fun for me.
"And for hitting Stacy? You're going to be in some deep shit mate."
The guy gave me the middle finger as I tutted shaking my head, he rolled his eyes taking the girl with him back to their dressing room and with that I fled back to Stacy. Shit.

Stacy's POV:
As soon as he left I began to panic. Sammy is my friend and I don't want to upset her, she is one of the select few that are actually nice to me. I can't hurt her like this. I heard shouting from inside the theatre.
"I don't want either of you going near Stacy again."
No! Sammy can't be leaving now. She is the only person that brightens up my job and talks to me every day, the others either ignore me or hurt me; mentally, verbally and physically. I get it. It's her boyfriend but she doesn't know. Does she?
"SHE SAID SHE CAN LIVE WITHOUT THAT PATHETIC BITCH!"
She can't of said that. Besides, that was the actor who hit me earlier. Her boyfriend. Did she actually say it though? This is what happens when I open up to someone. They twist my insides into crippling pain and simply laugh at what's left of me. So many times I believed I could change my future. I quietly laughed at my stupidity as tears ran down my face. Let's all sympathise for this pathetic bitch yeah? I scanned the ground for anything sharp. I needed relief. A small stone was kicked my way from someone walking down the street. As I placed it to my arm I thought am I really doing this? And the more important: will it affect anyone? Anyone? I've never done this before but I see why people do it. The pain calmed me, I deserved it. This was my fault. I crouched down into the corner of the patio. No one passing by stopped me. I was a hopeless case. Hopeless. The word repeated in my head till all I saw was black.

Lin's POV:
Oh god. She was in the corner of he patio surrounded by blood. Scars ran up her arms, as I scanned the skin a more worrying thought overtook me. This was her first time cutting. What happened? What could she have possibly thought about to be cutting?
"Stacy? Stacy wake up."
No response.
"Oh my god. STACY?!"
She was unconscious. I knew she was upset but suicidal? Oh my god.
I called the ambulance straight away as they carried her on a stretcher.
"Can I come in?"
"Do you have an immediate relation to her?"
If I said no they would leave me here...
"Y-yes, I'm her husband."
They nodded allowing me to pass through, what broke me was they thought me and Vanessa's promise rings were mine and Stacy's marriage ones. I still need to figure this thing out. Vanessa is going to be my wife but this Stacy is definitely something, I can't concentrate when she's near. I just want to talk to her or see where she's going, I have to be close to her. In the journey I looked down at Stacy's face, her eyes were closed as if she were sleeping. She almost looked angelic there. It was as if she were a fallen angel trying to get to grips with the world but couldn't understand why this planet could be so cruel to her. I remembered a quote I was told as a child, The people who have scars on their arms are fallen angels. They do not understand why our world is filled with hatred and try to go back to heaven where all is well. I felt that quote pretty much radiating from Stacy's body, she looked like an angel, she looked so peaceful while resting. Why am I thinking this? Va-ness-a I love Va-ness-a. This Stacy girl is a completely different person. Go home to Vanessa and forget this ever happened. But for some reason I cannot leave Stacy's side, it's as if her unconscious self is keeping me next to her. Finally the ambulance parked and they rushed her out, I once again felt that pull to follow her which I don't think I'll ever understand. Stacy, Stacy, Stacy... Why can't I leave you alone?

AN: Another edit! See ya in the next chapter!