“I trusted you.” The cold of the pointy steel touched her pulsating neck. She couldn’t escape the horror, but she could escape life by taking hers with a knife that pointed to her throat. The night air made her breath hitched. There were only two of them under the big tree that covered them from outsiders seeing what was going on. Both of their hands were trembling with uncertainty for different reasons.

“And I trusted you! Don’t act like you were the angel in the house. You were the one at fault!” Some of the fresh red blood was making its way to the cold surface of her body, which was drenched in salt and sweat.

“I’m sorry. I’ll get it back. I’ll get the money back.” The knife was pressed tighter against her neck as she followed, “Please, I don’t want to die, please.” She looked up to find his eyes, only to meet them clouded by the dark gorge of hell.

Her past actions had wounded his trust, overshadowing their shared bond as friends. The good side of him wanted to give her a chance, but the awful side of him wanted her to drown in red because of what she had done.

_He had trusted her. _

They had plans to leave this shithole they called hometown together, but now two years were down the drain because she couldn’t keep her hands off of what was not hers. “P-please. I know it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have used your part of the savings to buy things to impress some boy who now ran away with it.” Through pouring tears, she confessed her foolishness. “I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”

She gave him a word, _a promise. _

“Cut!”

Slowly, he stepped back from her, still holding the stained knife in his hand. The gloomy set became brighter because of the three-way lights from above. Many people gathered from all around the corner towards the two at the center. A guy dressed in basketball shorts and a polo shirt came first to them. “It was okay, but could have been better, so do better.” In his hands, a script titled The Ordinary Heartache shriveled from his grip.

Miss Elma, the actress, exhaled deep breaths as she shed her fake tears and blood from her neck. “Can he switch with Don? I don’t like to have to act with him, maybe that’s why I acted slightly badly by accident in that scene just now. It was all because of him.”

“Can she switch with anybody? She’s so annoying and loud and so much of a perfectionist.”

“Unacceptable!” She bellowed against his thoughtless retorts. Her face now had the same color as her fake blood that smeared between her fingers. His arrogant act outside the scene tested her mild temper.

“Whatever.”

Everybody in the room chose to do anything far from the three. If their voice had mattered, they would have voted those three out. Those three were difficult, a euphemism for their demanding tasks.

**After a short break, the scene was rolling again. **

Now, the cold of the pointy steel touched her pulsating neck. “I trusted you.” This time, she couldn’t escape the horror. The night air made her breath hitched. There were only two of them under the big tree that covered them from outsiders seeing what was going on. Both of their hands were trembling with uncertainty for different reasons.

“And I trusted you! Don’t act like you were the angel in the house. You were the one at fault!” Some of the fresh red blood was making its way to the cold surface of her body, which was drenched in salt and sweat.

“I’m sorry. I’ll get it back. I’ll get the money back.” The knife was pressed tighter against her neck as she followed, “Please, I don’t want to die, please.” She looked up to find his eyes, only to meet them clouded by the dark gorge of hell.

But now, it was real hell. The supposed fake knife and blood were not obviously fake. “P-plea—” Through pouring tears, she stuttered over blood.

“Call for help!”

“Ambulance!”

“Someone get me a towel!”

She gave him two words, _bloody plea._