Stupid Dreamers

Prologue

Prologue

I was completely drained of any and all energy.  My breathing was heavy and tears were streaming down my cheeks. I stared at him, watching as he pulled her closer to his chest.  I started sobbing, watching the scene take place.  It felt as though my heart shattered into a million pieces.  I thought he really loved me, but that wasn’t true.  

I turned away from the window and walked down the street in the rain.  It had to be raining.  Why does it have to rain right now? It’s only adding to my current state of depression.  I wrapped my jacket tighter around my chest and wiped the tears off my cheeks. When I pulled my hand back, I noticed the black streaks trailing down my fingers. My makeup was running really bad.

Great, just great.  Not only did I feel awful, but I looked awful too. I guess it didn’t matter anymore. I was on a road to nowhere now.  I turned around to look at his house again. His lights were on, and I could see him and her now pulling their clothes off of each other. It disgusted me, how he actually loved me. How he used to do that to me.  How he used to cover me with kisses and whisper sweet nothings into my ear after we slept together. I thought making love to each other meant something to him, to me as well.  I thought we had a committed relationship, I thought we had something real.

But apparently I meant nothing to him.  Maybe he means nothing to me.    

Instead of breaking down in the middle of the road, I start to feel something different. It was no longer sadness that I felt, it was rage. I was angry at him and her. How he decided to go behind my back and have sex with another woman when I thought we were in a committed relationship.  My adrenaline was pumping, my rage was starting build up more and more by the second.  I would get back at him and her. I would. I would get my revenge.  And soon they would both be gone.

I turned back around and stomped down the street in the deep puddles of water.

“Wow,” The interviewer gazed, looking from the screen back at me. “Ladies and gentlemen, Erin Taylor!” The audience erupted in applause. I smiled back at them, standing up and taking a little bow.  When I sat back down, the crowd silenced their applause.  I had to admit, I was pretty proud of that scene as well. It took a lot of hard work, a lot of takes, but it turned out well.

“That was one of the most dramatic scenes I’ve ever seen, how did you accomplish that?” she asked. I shrugged.

“It’s a work in progress. I had to put myself in this character and remember that I’m enraged and sad, and ready to get revenge. And it came out like that,” I gesture toward the movie poster of my character. It was a horror movie, and I was one of the villains.  Like always.  

“And I’ve heard that you’re famous for your fake-crying?” she questions. I nod.

“Weirdly, yes. I’m just able to put my mind in another state where I can just cry with ease,”

But that wasn’t true. I wasn’t always able to put my mind in another state, I had to do something different. Something that I would never reveal to anyone, not even in an interview.  I was always asked this on interviews. ‘How are you able to cry so easily?’ And I always gave that same answer.  I couldn’t tell the true answer, it would ruin my rep. Then again, my reputation in the movie business isn’t so good.

“Let me ask you one final question,” The interviewer says. “What is next for the Erin Taylor?”

Honestly, I didn’t know. I would never know, because the famous life is unpredictable.  You do a movie, you may win an award, and you’re done.  You show up, say some stuff, and go home.  That's usually how I think of me acting, but it's much mroe than that. You're so much more when you're a famous actress, especially when you play parts like I do. But you never knew which direction in the movie business you would go. You kind of have to wait and see.

I guess it shouldn’t be hard to answer this, since I’ll usually answer with ‘Probably another movie, I really enjoyed playing that part’ or ‘I want to do something bigger and better than before’

But neither of those statements are true either.

A.N.: Hey guys! Hope you enjoyed the prologue of the new story.  Gave it a little cliche twist in the beginning :) Next update will be very soon, I'm very excited to write this story! Until the next chapter, may the odds be ever in your favor. And, if you want to do something, go for it. You've got nothing to lose -CookieKrumm