Post by Alice on Jan 8, 2009 21:15:04 GMT -5
=========================Bar Night ~ Date Life
~Morning After~
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The soft caress infects her wounds, tracing the letters bound into the flesh. She hisses in agony before her eyes stare empty into the ceiling above. The sounds of a soft kiss scale up from her wrist, to her shoulder. The canvas the Queen had claimed.
"... I told you.... it's so dangerous here.."
The soft whisper of her sister bounce off of her mind like bullets off of glass. Ana continues her ceaselessness of kissing and dressing the wounds literally -engraved-
"... Your idol did this...."
"......."
"You bitch... you uncaring little spoiled BRAT!!!"
She winces in total agony as Ana digs her nails down against the wounds before spinning and lifting herself from the bed. The morning sun breaks part in the curtains, she stands there with her head hung so ever low. Hurt inside far more than Alice could ever hurt outside.
"... What's wrong with you...."
"You are! You seek some obviously DERANGED chick who's mental status, as per your research shows, is at BEST; as stable as the Berlin FUCKING WALL!! YOU SEEK SOME KIND OF ADVICE OR KNOWLEDGE, LOVE OR HATE FROM SOMEONE LIKE HER?! OVER ME?!?!"
Alice sits up in bed slowly, her right arm throbs with aching pain and desire of revenge and lust - confusion.
.... What did she just say..
Hm...
"... Ana.." Alice hunches in her bed, slowly tightening her fingers around the wounds on her arm. She was crying on the inside, she just didn't understand why. ".. You're my sister... please..... just understand that-"
"SO TRYING TO SEEK OUT SOMEONE LIKE HER MAKES MORE SENSE?! LOOK AT WHAT SHE DID TO YOU FOR FUCK SAKE, HOW IS THAT PART OF FUCKING WRESTLING?? HOW IS THAT SPORTS ENTERTAINMENT!?!"
.. She's furious....
No.. she's hurt. There is a great difference.
"... I.. should go for a while. I have... things to do..." Alice speaks in an empty voice, her face was the lucky one in last nights brawl. The cuts were easily dressed and healed, the feeling of Lessien's fists left an imprint though. Alice had never been in a fight with such reality behind it before. The damage done to her arm would take a considerable amount of time to heal, looks like GCW being off - seasonal was a good thing for once. "... I'll be back tonight....."
Alice drags herself out of her bed, her arm hung low, shoulder slopped. She moves past Ana like a shadow of guilt, a love that could never be returned. She had no idea how bad her mind felt to see her older sister suffer so, all because of her. "......" Alice continues on, she needed to get changed, she needed to go out... her mind, it..
It's... so painful now..
I can't explain it.
Do you think... it's because of what we did to Ana? Or.. cause of Mellie?
Melwasul is the more logical choice.
You like her don't you... you meant what you said last night.
Hm... maybe she likes us, after all.... she gave us an autograph...
But... it's our name..
... Maybe it's not just -ours-.
Alice holds her right arm close, huddling her cheek against it before starting to get changed. Ana remained silent, staring out the window shadow - backed to Alice. She didn't have to say anything, and Alice couldn't see anything... but she was sure. Silent tears were falling, as loud hearts were breaking...
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Downtown Chicago ~ Park
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The wet grass crunched under her boots with each beautiful step she took. Hip hugger denim, sleeveless shirt. The autograph hidden under white wrapped hospital bandages across her right arm. From shoulder to wrist, snow white. Mellie left her mark. "......" Alice was listlessly confused, dazed.. and in a major amount of pain. The side effects of last nights brawl were absolutely devastating, her body ached. It felt like she had been hit by a car that backed up a couple times for good measure.
She won easily last night...
Yep.
.. You're not mad about losing?
No. Melwasul was not my target of physicality.
What are you saying... you're the one who wanted to f-
You're the one who ended up jumping her. It ended us up like this.
.....
Think next time before you act. Melwasul let us live.
You.. really think she would have killed us?....
Sometimes assumptions are safer bets than truth. Less brutal, too.
Alice sits down, more of a slumping motion on a park bench. Her eyes stare out like empty globes, her face looked fine. Make up was a wonderful thing, it LOOKED, fine. It -FELT- like she was wearing a mask of ground hamburger. Lessien's fists of female fury went to town like a jackhammer, it was a bitch. She doesn't even react to a passing dog, tail wagging so happily. If anything... "......." it pissed her off to see someone or something look so happy this morning.
".... GCW. I wonder.... if everyone else, is that brutal... savage, unchained...." Alice shuffles her feet a bit against the freshly cut grass, she brushes her thighs off with her fingers... wincing in pain. The smallest motion of brushing her denim clad thighs off, hurt like no other. The throbbing of her right arm, the pain, the knowledge of what happened and who did it. It was all just... "... Unbearable.."
Why would she do that to us..
It was to prove a point.
W.. what.... what - what possible point could she prove by carving our name into our right arm...?
So naive... Ana's name is on her toothbrush right? Ours is on ours~
.. So?....
T - chhh.... I'm not wasting time to explain such a simple action in life.