To Hide or not to die

So earlier today, I suggested a prompt that said The eyes… and that I would post my story to it in the comments. I enjoyed it so much I decided to make it into a post. Enjoy🫣

The eyes glared at me from a distance. I had hoped whatever those eyes belonged to didn't notice me staring back while pretending to read a “scared straight” poster outside of Rosalie's theater.

I tried to play it cool, walked to the entrance, and let myself in. I took a deep breath and exhaled as I thought I was free. Auditions didn't seem to be going well, so I took a seat at the far right end to just watch and get my mind off things.

“I need more! I need someone who can yell from the soul. Find your inner fear!” The director shouted to the people on stage.

It made me giggle and forget why I was even there. Well, I feel like I can leave now whoever that was surely couldn't be there anymore. I stood up, stretched and felt cold, soggy, fur against my left hand. I turned around, and the sound I made filled the whole theatre.

“Yes, that's what I want to hear! Bravo!” The director and the actors looked up where I was, then began to cower behind the curtains exiting the building through the back doors.

My head was ripped from my body, in the hands of a filthy, savage looking Chewbacca screeching as if it were his war cry.