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« on: March 19, 2016, 03:25:25 AM »
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#NP "Pills n Potions" by Nicki Minaj
Locale:  The Recesses of My Mind




No matter what I try, I just don't feel better.  Some might say that I need to find happiness within myself, but I tried that too, and it didn't work.  Self medicating is the only thing that takes the edge off.  Smoking takes the bite off of having all of my friends hating me, and abandoning me.  At the bottom of the Jack Daniels bottle, I find a way to take the sting out of the crushing blow I suffered two weeks ago at the hands of my dad.  The jagged little pill mellows out the disappointment that, no matter what I do, I'll always be alone.  My fears will always conquer, so why should I bother trying to outrun them.  Some call it the coward's way out, but why should I fight the inevitable?  It seems senseless.  Those who give a damn about me have told me that I shouldn't be a sitting duck, but no matter where I go, I am exactly that.

No amount of sex or drugs or training or drinking or prayer will fix that.  And trust me, I've done plenty of all of those things over the last few weeks.  I have just stopped trying.  Even with my match against Dmitri coming up this week, I can't find it in me to care.  Rather, I can't find it in me to sober up to care.  I might as well live while there is life left in me.  Celeste is pissed at me, and I wouldn't doubt if she decides to break the protection spell, the one and only thing keeping me alive.

Most would say that I haven't been very responsible over the last few weeks, but I figure it's about time that I do things my way instead of "their" way.  I've seen the inside of several tattoo shops, had many types of needles in, and through, my skin.  I've seen the bottom of many bottles.  I've seen the ceiling of many different bedrooms and hotel rooms.  Grindr is one hell of an app.  I'm bound and determined to live life before my eighteenth birthday, a week from today.  As I stare at myself in the mirror of some strange girl's bedroom, I can't help but smile.  The change has just been incredible.

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The furthest thing from my mind right now is my match against some no name vampire.  As if we didn't have enough of those running around SCW, right?  The last two matches I've had were against vampires.  I feel like maybe I was mistaken when I signed here.  I thought it was Sin City Wrestling.  Not Supernatural Championship Wrestling.  It's cool though.  I've had plenty of sin over the last few weeks to make up for all of it, so Sin is still relevant.

I feel like a totally different person headed into the show this week.  I'm wiser, and I'm older, even if I'm acting like I'm stupid.  Even as I pull down her skirt, and clinch her panties between my teeth, I can't help but feel that my mind is somewhere else.  For the next twenty minutes, and maybe a few more if she likes what I'm offering up, my mind will only briefly wander to other things.  Her velvet-like chocolate skin anticipates my tender touch, but I don't even look at her.  Her shift starts in a few hours, but Cinnamon is ready to go now.  As I yank my head down quickly, dropping the pink bow panties to the ground, and get to work, my mind goes back to several other things.

Fighting vampires... Brother Grimm... Alexis... Chad... losing the match I'd dreamed of since I was a child... how long it will take until I don't care anymore.  I must have gotten lost in thought as I find it easier to breathe again, and she collapses on the bed, frantically trying to catch her breath.  I run my wrist against my chin and lips as I hover over her, looking down at her as her golden eyes are on fire with desire.  I reach down for my underwear, and she stops me.

Cinnamon:  Baby boy, I need a break after that...

She continues breathing heavily as I press my lips against hers.  It is more out of habit than desire, before I roll over onto my back and stare up at her ceiling.  My sweaty chest heaves up and down as there is an aching in my groin.  Cinnamon goes to work, but my mind wanders once more.  I can only vaguely hear her words of encouragement, mixed with complaining of her wrist, or her jaw... I can't really tell.  From my experience, girls are no good down there anyway.  Maybe it's that, or maybe I'm just not feeling it like I thought I would be when I saw her at the coffee shop this morning.  Maybe my mind is just in a million different places... Or, maybe she just isn't any good.  It could be a combination, so I remove it from the equation and sit up on the edge of her bed.

Cinnamon:  What the fuck?

Me:  I just remembered that I've got.......

She stares at me for a moment as I try to come up with something convincing to explain why I need to get out of here.  I pick up the lit cigarette from the ash tray on her bed, and I take a long drag from it to give me time, though I fear my awkward nature has slightly come back up again, so I stop trying to convince her.

Me: ... something... to do... in the oven... at my house...

Cinnamon:  You know what?  Fuck you.  Fuck out my house right now, and don't think about ever coming back.

I stand up and sigh as I set the cigarette back down in her ash tray as she begin throwing things at me.  I reach down to the ground and pick up my jeans.  I pull them up, all while side stepping pillows, remotes, phones, and even the ash tray with the lit cigarette, one leg at a time.  I reach into my pants and pull out a cigarette, lighting it, while I just stare at her, with every curse word coming out of her luscious lips.  She got real ghetto on me, real quick.  I pick up her panties and place them between my teeth as a souvenier, before I drape my shirt over my shoulder.  I open the door to her bedroom door, and close it, just as a book of CD's crashes against it.  I walk through her apartment, toward the front door, as her roommate looks me up and down, licking at his bottom lip.

Roomie:  If she ain't did it for you, my bedroom is right around the corner, strawberry shortcakes.

Me:  I think I'll pass, before I wind up dead...

I jut my thumb back toward Cinnamon, before I duck out of the front door, and through the stairwell.  I need to find some kind of trouble to get in to, because this just isn't working.  I take a drag off of my cigarette when I start walking toward Staggs Dungeon to see if any masked Nobodies want to get crazy tonight.  Thoughts running through my mind like a river, I don't even realize that I've made it to the gym already.  I place my hand on the door handle, and just before I pull it open, I see Alexis sitting on the ground, off to the side, with disappointment written across her face.  Part of me really wants to console her, but I know she doesn't want that.  She's got other people to do that for her.  I suck in a breath of air before I start to walk inside the gym.  Her voice cuts through the air, and then, what follows, doesn't quite match up to my expectations.