Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2017 8:10:17 GMT -5
…MY SACRIFICE: MY SALVATION…
LOCATION: Pico Rivera, California - FEB. 15, 2017
Backstage at the Union Battleground was complete hell. PA’s running around, event crew workers trying to do their jobs, and on top of that, here I was, across the street from the Pico Rivera Arena losing any composer I had left. No weed, no travel buddies, and my cell phone was dying. The repeated texts from Miguel weren’t helping out any either.
“AAGHHH!!” The vibrations from the sound waves in the air force a group of birds to enter a flight pattern and I realize the anxiety is real. Was this pre-match jitters? I’d never had those in my life. What was I feeling? What was really going on? Was I losing my mind? I sure felt like I was.
Ever since the nightmares started happening again, my mind just wasn’t all there. Something wasn’t right, but I couldn’t figure out what. I search the music playlist on my phone while trying to find my ear buds in my jean pocket. “…My salvation…” The raspy whisper of a voice startles me and my ear buds fall from my fingers tips and hit the concrete. I wanted to reach down and pick them up but my body was in limbo.
“…My sacrifice…” I turn my head to the left in an attempt to look over my shoulder. Nothing. No one. “…My salvation!...” The whisper is heard a little louder and I turn to my right and again I discover nothing. I wait for my heart rate to settle before spinning around completely. Still there was nothing. There was no one. Whose voice was I hearing?
I’d heard this voice before, in a dream but never when I was awake. The suspense of it all was freaking me out. The ear buds are scooped off the pavement and placed into my ears.
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LOCATION: Detroit, Michigan - Camila’s Condo – FEB. 17, 2017
“Jaylen!” I shout as the door closes behind me. Buster comes barreling into the living room from the kitchen with a full head of steam and water and drool dripping from his mouth. The backpack I was carrying falls to the floor just as Buster leaps at me, his paws rubbing against the waistline of my leggings. "Aww momma’s baby! Did you miss momma Mila? Yes you did.”
I brush the type of his head and he drops to all fours once again and runs over to his spot on the couch. “JJ…” I move curiously through the living and into the hall, making sure to stop just in front of my bedroom door. “Jewelz..” A few seconds of silence pass before it is interrupted by the squeak of the opening door. “JJ, why weren’t you in the living room waiting to greet me?!”
My smile disappeared quickl. JJ didn’t look to happy and the way she just looked at me and went back to staring out the window told me everything I needed to know. The palm of my hand rests against JJ’s shoulder as I take a seat next to her with one leg curled underneath me and the other hanging off of the bed. “…Anything you want to talk about?” Her eyes never leave the window. Her body just rises and lowers at a consistent pace and a consistent rate.
"Why don't people like to be around me? Am I unlikeable or something? Did I say something wrong? My own brother doesn't like to be around..." Her pent up emotions were released the moment she popped up from the fetal position and wraps her arms arounds me. Her muffled cry forces me to squeeze her tighter.
"There's nothing wrong with you JJ. I hang out with you everyday.." I release the clutch on JJ and she wipes her tears away with the back of her hand. She looks at me eyes still full of hurt and sorrow. "Well only cuz you're super nice. You know why I agreed to training with you?"
"I thought it was because you wanted to learn." Her words had me questioning our friendship. Was I not really a good trainer in her eyes? This was all a little much. "JJ... I've gone years without speaking to any of my family, so I know how you're feeling somewhat. But I need you to tell me what is going on. I'm here for you."
JJ doesn’t say a word, she just leans forward and wraps her arms around me again. I pull her into a tighter embrace.
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...AUTUMN, 2012...
LOCATION: Undisclosed Location – Campeche, Mexico
I awoke to blurred vision and the silhouette’s of two figures I couldn’t match a face to. I recognized the smell of Jayden’s cologne but that was the only thing I recognized. “Shhh… shh.. stay quiet my dear.” The female’s voice trailed off with the sight of her silhouette.
“What is going on? Why can’t I see anything?” I asked with concern. A blanket is draped over me and the shivering begins to subside and Jayden leans close to me and whispers in my ear, “You will be fine. Sometimes this happens.” His voice was soothing.
“Babe, wait… how did my vision go bad while having sex? Is god punishing me for having a threesome?” When you can’t see your mind goes everywhere. “I’m serious Jayden, this isn’t cool.”
His silence scared me. “Aghh! Jayden!” I scream and he is quick to pull me close. The moment fear and worry set in I regain my ability to see and my vision clears.
“She should be better now.” The woman’s voice suppressed my fears. I pull away from Jayden and look back at the woman. She was tiny but beautiful. She held a tiny dress that matched the one she was wearing. “Here darling, this is for you.”
“But where are my clothes?” I ask, still groggy.
“We burned them darling.” She tells me with a smile and steps closer to the bed. The moment she stepped near the bed was the moment everything made sense. I notice a bandage on my hand and begin unraveling the gauze immediately. “What the fuck is this?” I remove the gauze and notice a cross carved into the palm of my hand. “What the fuck?! What did you do to me? I thought we were just having sex, what’s all this?”
My mind races with visions of the crazy sexploitation I had endured the previous night. It was definitely filled with orgasms and definitely worth every minute, but why I was feeling the way I felt today I would never know. “I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck!”
“That’s the hangover.” Jayden assures me. “No, fuck that! Why is my hand bleeding? Who cut me?! What in the fuck? I woke up tied to this bed. What happened Jayden?! Who is this woman?!” My eyes dart in her direction and I feel her greatest fears being realized while sensing a sudden rush of energy. An intense life force had overtaken my body and I couldn’t control any of my movements, I just knew something was wrong.
The bed starts to check and a lamp falls off the dresser. “WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?!” I shout. Jayden steps away from me in fear and the unknown woman rushes out of the room and down the hallway. I rise from the bed and the blood from my wound runs down my fingertips, dripping onto my feet and the floor as I step closer to Jayden.
“Who…is…she?!” I ask, sensing the fear in Jayden as he allows himself to be backed into a corner. He hits the wall and I put my hand around his throat, blood runs from my hand, down his neck and onto his chest. “Who is she?” Jayden’s feet leave the floor and I begin to realize my own strength. My grip tightens around his neck and that familiar voice catches my attention once again, “…She’s the Wiccan!...” The voice says. Jayden falls to the floor and just as I turn around to see whose voice it is, everything goes black.
THE END.