Angel Number Five

They don’t make room in heaven for people like me, not for murderers. I’m not going to stand here and say, (sarcastically) "I never meant him any harm." He got what he had coming, a bullet right through his head. I can still see his veins bursting out blood all over my costume.

I was supposed to be "Mary" in my church’s Christmas play, and what does the director do? What does he do? He makes me "Angel Number Five." "Angel Number Five!" Who does he think I am? Some washed up talent who only performed once in my life? Well now who’s the one washed up? (Snort) "Angel Number Five." You know just for even thinking of giving me that part, I should of kicked him in the balls, then shot him in the head.

When the director gave us our roles I should have slapped him and said, "Give me another part." But no, I just smiled and accepted the role. I smiled and said, "Thank you, sir."

I can’t believe what a suck up I can be sometimes. It’s like kissing my father’s ass after beating me for doing the dishes. Like, here you go since I already know I’m a stupid bum, why don’t you just rub it in my face so everyone else can point and laugh. And I say, thank you, sir.

But, you know what, that’s not even what really set me off. That’s not even what set me off. What really got to me was that the director had the nerve to cut me from the production the rehearsal before performing night. After three months straight of working my ass off, being paid half my usual salary, barely being able to pay to eat or sleep since we worked at all hours of the night. On no schedule what so ever. And he thinks he can boot me off the cast right before the performance. Who does he think he is? Jesus Christ?

Well if I was "Angel Number Five", you might as well forget about me going to heaven. Because some bozo with a chair that got his name on the back of it, broke my wings and sent me to hell. Well like I said they don’t make places in heaven for people like me anyway. Not for people who murder their director on opening night, in front of a church congregation.

The End