Post by KingSlayer on Jun 26, 2016 23:20:32 GMT -5
Withdrawal
Exodus RP
Vass "The Slayer"
Trigger Warning : Drugs, coarse language.
I stare out into the never-ending trees. A bright light catches my eye from a far.
Exodus RP
Vass "The Slayer"
Trigger Warning : Drugs, coarse language.
Her voice keeps playing over and over in my head.
"When are you gonna stop running from your problems Vass?"
I sit up and throw my blanket aside.
I've been doing a lot of thinking lately. As much as I hate to admit it, my mother was right. My entire life, I've been running from the past. It's time to make a change.
The only light source in the church is the moonlight glaring through the window.
Grabbing a match out of my pocket, I strike it against the box and throw it into a pile of crumpled newspapers.
"I wish I had some ing electricity."
The papers soon ignite and illuminate the church. The walls are painted a vibrant orange.
My mother used to personify loving, she really cared about me. My father's death got to all of us, but her the worst. She has become a stranger. The person I saw that
day wasn't the mother I grew up with. She lost herself.
I did too.
Life hasn't been completely crappy though. For the first time in years I've been able to afford food. I can't stress enough how good it feels to have a full stomach.
I guess I just have to wait now. It looks like things are finally starting to turn around.
The only thing keeping me completely sane at this point is wrestling. It may have took me a little longer than expected, but I found what I was destined to do. Whenever I have any free time, I'm training. I even hung up a sandbag to the rafters as a makeshift punching bag. Nothing is gonna stop me from getting to the top. Trevor Wolf sure the hell couldn't. And neither the hell is Future.
The WFWF at this point, is all that I have. I've spent almost my entire life to get to where I'm going. So some super hero thinks he's going to come up and try to
take it from me? Who the hell does this green motherer think he is? You go against everything I stand for. Wrestling has been in my family for decades.
You're the reason people don't take wrestling seriously. I don't care if you're in a hall of fame and I don't care if you were WFWF champion! Title or not, this caped crusader is gonna be slain.
I crawl over to my backpack and shuffle it back toward my bedroll. The pungent smell of death in almost unbearable. It gets stronger as I pull out a syringe and place
it next to me.
I really wish I could quit this crap.
I heave a sigh and rest my eyes on the belt lying upon the neighboring pew.
A car door opens and shuts outside the church.
"Oh crap." I whisper to myself.
Who the hell could that be?
I swiftly hop to my feet and run toward my backback.
*SLAM*
The door falls and smashes on to the floorboard.
I climb out a smashed window and clutch the other side of the wall.
My brain was a mess. I froze. I didn't know what to do or what to think.
"He must have just left." The man told himself.
I can hear my blood pumping.
"He's not here."
Then static.
"Copy that."
Cops? What the hell!
I sneak below the next window and make a run for the woods...
It's gonna be a bad few weeks.
I decided not to go back to the church. The cops must have taken my things anyways, it's not worth the risk. Just when I think everything's going to get better, life
seems to me over again. I have no idea who called the police on me. All I know is they should be glad I don't.
I've lost myself in an endless plane of trees and dirt. I couldn't grab much before I left, but I did grab a few essentials... If you call a gas station lighter and
the clothes on my back essentials. I don't even have a blanket and I'm stuck in a god damn forest.
But worst of all, I forgot my dope. I haven't been able to sleep at all. During nights I lie awake staring at the moon. Freezing. Burning. Itching all over.
Don't even get me started on the headaches. Maybe this is a good thing though; to quit cold turkey. I've tried before, but the pain is damn near unbearable. The difference is, this time I don't have a choice.
All I've been able to do for however long I've been here is think. Think about everything that's pissing me off. My mom, The future, the cops at the church. I'm going
to go insane.
"It's gonna get better."
I like to remind myself every time my thinking gets out of hand.
I stare out into the never-ending trees. A bright light catches my eye from a far.
"What the hell is that?"
Then suddenly, the worst pain I have ever felt in my entire life.
I let out a piercing shriek and clutch my head. The pain is inexplicable. I've never felt anything like this in my entire life.
The light from the forest gets nearer and nearer. I can't look away. I can't move anything.
Through the brightness I can make out a figure. The figure of a man.
As he gets closer I realize who it is.
Standing right infront of me, dressed in black and pink tights is my father. And on his shoulder, The WFWF championship.
I try to talk, but nothing comes out.
He grabs the title and hands it to me.
I pass out.