Post by Elena DeDraca on Jun 8, 2018 6:00:26 GMT -5
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Choke, choke again
I thought my demons were my friends
Pity me in the end
They're out to get me
Since I was young
I tasted sorrow on my tongue
And this sweet chocolate gun does not protect me. 'Coming Undone' by Korn
There was no point in packing and unpacking. She had done it too often, she had done it all wrong. Elena DeDraca had just left without anything in her hands -- apart from her daughter. No looking back. No crying bitter tears.
You could just burn it down.
The thought was tempting but she was better than that. A funny thing to say, right? Showing class when there was so much that could be said. So much rage to dish out. But she wouldn’t. El had never been one to take the easy way out.
Her thoughts had been everywhere when stepping down those massive steps, from afar spotting her ride. He had his arms folded in front of his chest, dark shades covering his probably tired eyes. Happens when you receive a call from your ‘daughter’ in the early morning. He probably had been driving all night to get here. Frankie Morrison was so much more than an agent, he was a father.
“Need me to pick anything up?” He asked, trying to sound emotionless.
“No. I will not take anything with me.”
He nodded in silence although it was obvious that he had more words on the tip of his tongue. He grabbed the half sleeping little girl from Elena’s arm, putting her in the backseat. For a moment she smiled, wondering when he had time to get all of this ready.
The raven haired beauty took a deep breath before sliding into the passenger seat, getting herself adjusted. She blinked her eyes once or twice, realising they had already been driving for a good ten minutes.
“You dozed off, darling.” Frankie gave her a gentle smile before putting his focus back on the road. “You can sleep. Izzy has dozed off too.”
“I am not tired. Thank you for picking us up… I didn’t wanna… interrupt you… .”
There was a small pause between them as she looked back at the little girl. She was slightly snoring, her bunny pressed tightly against her chest.
I am so sorry.
“The dark shadows underneath your eyes tell a different story -- but let’s not argue. Do you wanna talk about it?”
“No. That is probably the last thing I wanna do. Not now. Not later. I got no time for this, dad. My working schedule is full and I am thankful for it.” The expression on her face was serious. “Plus, what is there to say? I mean apart from what has been said on social media. Fantasy doesn’t meet reality. Three years and a kid… .”
Elena stopped herself, feeling a certain sickness growing in her stomach. It was like a thousand knives stabbing her at the same time. She swallowed hard, opening the window.
Grow a pair.
“Will you listen to an old man for a moment? I know it’s hard and it will not get easier in the next weeks or even months. But... and that is something you have to understand -- you done the best you could. And you done it mostly for the benefit of Isabella.” He grabbed her hand and squeezed it gently. “I don’t know what happened between you and him, but you are better than this. You are a strong and independent woman and if there is one thing I learnt about you -- pain is your fuel.”
“It has to be… because what else is left?” Her voice was thin and quietly.
“What is left? You are, love. And that is the only thing you ever needed.”
For a brief moment she squeezed his hand back before removing herself from his touch. Her green eyes looking outside but the scenery just rushed by. The pain flattened slightly with every mile they drove, but it would be there for a long while. If not always.
“I have to focus, Frankie. And I need all my self control to not flip my shit. So let’s concentrate on what is next on my plate… Union Battleground.”
She knew that he struggled to just move on -- but he would. Everyone did.
The hardest battles... you will fight on your own.
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She had been running for the past one hour and a half -- to a point that all her muscles burnt. And she was welcoming that kind of pain, it was something she could touch. Pushing away whatever else was trying to corrupt her mind.
Old habits die hard.
Elena thought to herself when she observed the area around her. A graveyard. A small one hidden between the trees and only a spit away from the path. The curiosity inside of her had brought her to that place -- without willingly deciding. She turned off the music while walking deeper into it, her pale fingers running over some of the cold stones. Here and there she caught up on some names, as if she was searching for something.
“Everything ends, right? And sometimes it is for the better -- or at least that is what we try to tell ourselves. One day we all end here, well not particularly here, but you get the idea. It isn’t that much different when it comes to the career of professional wrestlers. One moment you are on top of the world, then you are nothing more than a memory. My advice is: Make the best out of what you have. And I direct that at none other than Joe Stanton. Hey, pretty boy.”
She stood still in front of an old stone -- probably not visited in many years. A small smile spread on her face.
“Don’t think I have forgotten about you, darling. I have watched very closely. You are one to impress the crowd. So for that I applaud you, Joe. You have done something that not many can write on their list -- beating Finn Whelan. I am sure you patted your own shoulder for that or even went as far as throwing a party. Enjoy it. But keep one thing i mind -- I am not Finn. So if you plan on comparing me to my brother, I would think of another tactic. There is one thing we share though, bloodlust. I have fooled you a tiny bit by starting my talk with a praise, because the truth is -- I don’t give a fuck. No matter what you have done, here or anywhere else, it means nothing to me.”
“I have watched through your past matches and while others might not notice it -- but a long career makes you pay a price. I know what I am talking about, since this is all I have ever done. So while you parade around like a cock -- I see you slowing down. Incase no one has pointed this ever out, but you miss a little when it comes to adapting. Your style is stoic and that could be a problem. For you, not me. You’re like a bird that is too afraid to fly cause he is too scared of the height. Of course that is a metaphor, darling. You got all the skills but you fail to focus on what truly matters.”
Another pause. She cleaned off some moss with her hand.
“You probably sit there and think to yourself, what is the crazy lady talking about. I must apologise -- sometimes my mind runs faster than I can catch up. I am not sure you have heard about me. If not, no big deal you will have stories to tell after #LIGHTS OUT. There will be people that tell you that I am a tragic figure. Others will gossip that I am at a tough period in my life. And so on. I don’t deny either of that. But what people fail to see is this -- I am never better than when they rip me apart. The higher the pain, the better. For you that might be a pleasure or dismay, that’s still somewhere in the dark.”
She rolled her neck several times, waiting for the familiar cracking noise.
“But who am I to disturb your mind with cryptic messages. You will hear me coming, Joe. Because if you paid attention -- the Wolves of Gheimhridh never come in silence. We come with white noise. Made for total destruction of your earwaves. Be careful of the howl. It’ll deafen you.”
She playfully growled towards the camera before it all went black.
