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Date Posted：07/24/2016 16:53 PMCopy HTML
Wednesday July 20th, 2016
10:56am
"FUCK!"
A loud scream came after the word, anger and pain heard in both sounds. A glass vase flew across the room, smashing against a wall, spraying small pieces of glass, water, and flowers all over the floor. A small dog ran quickly from the mess, scared from the sounds. Psyche Devyne stood staring at the mess she had created, a frown on her face. Yet, she was not done with the havoc she had started to create in her living room. She grabbed a photo frame, throwing it at the same wall, watching as it broke. The picture inside fell slowly to the floor. A picture of the past. She picked up a few more items, whipping them through the air and watching them ruin the moment they hit the wall. She fell to her knees, looking at the mess she had made, tears falling from her face. She had created this. A representation of her life. She had done this. Her shattered existence.
After a few moments of calming herself down, she walked to the glass on the floor, shaking her head and sighing. She began to pick up the pieces, bringing them to the garbage to toss out. She would return, getting back to her knees to pick up more. But the photo caught her eye. She went to grab it underneath the shards of glass. As she pulled it up, she felt glass slice through her skin. She dropped the photo and grabbed her finger with her other hand.
"God-fucking-dammit..."
She instinctively held her finger tight, causing blood to come out of the cut on her finger. She inspected it as she began to get up. Little droplets of blood hit the photo. One over her heart and several all over the person next to her. She walked to the sink, holding her hand up, trying to catch any blood before it hit the floor below her. She turned on the water in the sink, holding her finger under the cold liquid. She shook her head as she watched blood and water swirl down the drain together. Opposites clashing together, but moving in the same direction. Finally mixing together in the end like they belong together. Psyche put her hands on the sink, hanging her head and closing her eyes. The water continued to run. Her finger was pressed against the metal of the sink, a trail of blood slowly creeping to the drain once again.
"I wish you were here, daddy..."
She kept her eyes closed for another few moments. Suddenly, her arm shot out, swiping violently at a few items on the counter. They flew across the room, breaking on impact with various things. She turned off the water and turned around, walking away from the sink. The carnage of her living room and kitchen would sit there, waiting to be fixed. Waiting to be picked back up.
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"I'll bet there's things you're expecting me to say. Things you're waiting to hear. But I won't say them. This... is between me and you. This is about... me and you. Nobody else."
PRAISE!
"This is a fight. This is a war. But Jake... my love... you won't win. You're born to quit. You're born to fail. You're born to let everyone down. And this is exactly what you continue to do week after week. Even if you win... It's just a small high in the path you're destined for. That downward spiral. The druggy on a hiatus. We'll see where your destiny takes you soon enough."
PREACH!
"We're not fucking friends, Jake. We're not best mates. I don't care about you. I don't like you. Any ties you think we had in the past are gone. You're nothing to me. You're just a pawn in this shitty game. Being placed wherever the player wishes for you to go. A game of Chess. You're just the pawn going after the Bishop. The Knight. The Queen. A recipe for disaster. And unfortunately for you, you will lose. You will fall. I will claim your chess piece and keep it for myself. A prize."
TESTIFY!
"All your pain and suffering. Your wishes for death. If you weren't so fucking pathetic, you wouldn't beg for it from others. You wouldn't come out here week after week, hoping for someone ELSE to take your life. But it shows how weak of a man you are. You need to get over yourself. You're not worth putting that on anyone. Feeling as if you are owed anything even close to that. Feeling as if your pain is worth anything to anyone else. It isn't. Your pain is no more than my own. No more than the next person you'll meet in the ring. If you want it so bad... do it your fucking self."
REPENT!
"Be careful what you wish for, Jake. You want to be beaten. You want to be broken. This is obvious. But you'll get just that. I won't end it. But I will make the end a hell of a lot worse. This will be nothing like you've ever felt before. This will be more challenging than anything you've ever faced. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. And I have been scorned many times... You will see, Jake. You will see everything. Everything I've held back. Everything I've kept inside. Kept hidden. You... are lucky enough to be the one to see it all come out. You see it unfold. You see what I have waited so long to let free. You... Jake... you are blessed. Lady Devyne is to be divine no more."
WITNESS!
"When the bell rings and my hand is raised at the end of the match... it will be over. It will be done. I... will be done. I will finish everything I have started. I will bring forth everything I have. I will use every ounce of power I have just to have this chapter end with a bang. To see the looks on the faces of the fans as you lay in the center of the ring. Motionless. But I will not end you. You will come close... but I will not be that hand. I will not deliver your end. But maybe... Just maybe... I will give you that boost. You will get over your weakness and do it on your own. Heh. Doubtful. I am above you. I will be above you. I will leave you in the middle of the ring. In pain. Tortured. And I will laugh... as I walk up that ramp, revelling over the idea that this may be the last time I will ever leave the ring, watching you writhe in pain and despair. This is my time, Jake. Mine."
WORSHIP!
"Listen to the prophet."
AMEN! |
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