The Black Swan

Chapter 30

I don't like Wattpad's new theme. "New" I guess, I wrote that a few months ago lmao. Finished this chapter rlly late.

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     It was opening night when Emma truly lost her mind.

She awoke due to needing to violently throw up, and what she saw in the toilet bowl was black. All black. She tried telling herself it wasn't really there, but she couldn't unsee it.

Everything she touched had a bloody mark where her hand was. Everything, including herself. She didn't eat anything for fear of it resurfacing onstage.

She was nervous, very nervous. 1) This was her biggest role yet. 2) This day would impact the rest of her life (which could very much be cut short).

Emma jogged to the theater to get her mind to stop worrying. The butterflies in her stomach were threatening to fly her away.

It was 3 o'clock when she arrived at the theater. She freshened up in the bathroom before making herself known to everyone.

"Emma!" Jefferson scooped her up into a bear hug, "Tonight's the night! All I need you to do is stretch - without pulling a muscle, and then get yourself ready."

Emma couldn't bring herself to respond, but nodded and squeezed back. She met Tink's eye from where she was stretching onstage. Tink gave a curt nod, and that was that.
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As Emma patted the white powder to her cheeks, her dressing room door creaked open. She looked up from where she was now applying synthetic feathers to her cheekbones.

"Oh, hey, Tink. I really don't think we should be seeing each other until after the show is over."

Emma turned around to face her, and gasped at what she saw. Tink's eyes were red. A deep, bloody red. This wasn't Tink. This was evil.

Emma shut her eyes and looped her finger through her ring,

"This isn't real, this isn't real. This is all in my head, it's just in my head."

She continued her mantra until a sharp knocking drew her from her mind.

"One hour. You alright, love?"

Emma smiled,

"Yeah, Killian. Just fine. Can I get a good luck kiss?"

Killian returned her warm smile and nodded,

"Of course." Their kiss was slow and sweet. In it, Emma told him all she wanted to say but couldn't. Her love, her fears, her desires. She hugged him tightly before letting go.

"I need to finish my makeup. I'll see you on stage."
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Emma's heart was in her throat. She wasn't nervous anymore, no. She was excited. This was her make it or break it. There were scouts in the audience, and it was her last production with Jefferson. It was going to be big.

She got good lucks from each crew member as she made her way to the stage. With a final kiss on the cheek from Jefferson, Emma made it to the stage.