Post by Chelsea Armstrong on Jan 24, 2014 14:55:13 GMT -5
“Whisper her name and she’ll come in the dark…no warning, no mercy…you’ll die on the spot, never seeing her face, never feeling her touch…but one things for certain, you will undoubtedly hear her voice.”
**Scene One**
“Speculation around this place is that I have made a horrible decision, but what these people fail to realize is this decision has been made longer than their deceiving eyes want to see. I knew that something had to be done if I was going to make it any longer within this company...”
Saying this a small laugh fell from my crimson lips as it echoed within the empty room around me.
“…You see there are people who felt as if I didn’t deserve the accolades I had been gathering in this federation, no they swore something else was happening backstage to get me where I had been. If only they knew that they couldn’t have been further from the truth…”
Light had started to show within the empty room as black walls could be seen on all sides of me; I was sitting on the floor cross legged as it looked as if I was rocking slightly back and forth. Another laugh fell from my lips as I then ran my fingers through my hair allowing it to mask my face before then letting one hand graze the floor drawing lines in the dust.
“No one truly understands just who they are dealing with when my name is spoken, those who believe anything different merely cause another laugh to fall from my lips as I know that soon they will be the ones crying in the corner of the darkest nightmares. See, people tend to write me off as a joke when they are afraid that I am actually a threat to their own stance and sanity, when people can’t handle others they try to joke about them in hopes of making themselves feel better. Maybe people would understand just who I was if I explained better on where I started…where she started…if you’re willing to listen, I’m willing to tell…but I warn you now, this isn’t a short and pretty story. If you’re afraid of your own nightmares I suggest you turn away now…”
**Scene Two**
March twenty-fifth two thousand and ten, I was sitting in the middle of a hospital waiting room as doctors scurried around me. Silence was all I heard expect for the subtle humming of the fluorescent lights overhead keeping the room lit in a hope of others finding it inviting…to me it only served as a prison that I had been calling home for the past week and it was just an annoying sound to occupy my nervousness. Two weeks earlier I had come home from work to find my mom laid out on our kitchen floor, there was no blood but she had bruising on the side of her head from the fall and I was certain I had lost her then and there. A quickened call to nine one one and she had been placed in this hospital ever since, they called it a minor stroke…but with how long I had been forced to stay here I knew there had to be more they weren’t telling me. I was only allowed in her room for a few hours a day, they told me she needed her rest but I still believe now that it was because they didn’t want me catching onto anything…it was too late for that.
Still sitting in the waiting room I noticed my mother’s doctor rush by as I stood up racing to catch him before he went behind those ridiculous double doors again.
“Sir please, what’s going on with my mom? I thought they were supposed to release her days ago, what aren’t you telling me?”
“I’m sorry sweetie; I’m in a rush right now. I promise as soon as I can I will tell you everything I can about your mother.”
He started to rush off again but I had already grabbed his arm causing him to stop as he gave me a startled and frustrated move before he regained his composure.
“Listen, go sit in my office and give me ten minutes. After I finish I’ll meet you in there and we’ll talk through everything. Ok?”
A sigh then left my lips as I let go of his arm and gave him a slight nod. He rushed away from me to do whatever he needed to do as I only then realized he hadn’t shown me his office. Frustration began to settle in as I walked over to the receptionist desk.
“Can I help you?”
“Yes, Dr. Morrison told me to wait for him in his office but I’m not certain where that is.”
Not even bothering to look up from her computer screen I remember the look of disgust that came over her face as she quickly wrote his room number down on a piece of paper before handing it over to me and pointing to the hall just right of me.
“Down that hall, just look for the room number.”
I didn’t bother with a thank you as I walked over to the chairs I had been sitting in and grabbed the bag full of my clothes; still I can only hear the thundering sound of my footsteps across the ceramic tiles rushing toward the office door. For some reason with every step I took that day I felt this over whelming feeling of nausea flowing through my stomach as I knew something was wrong….they hadn’t told me something and know it was going to be too late…if only I knew how right I was.
As I sat in his office it was as if the fluorescent buzzing had followed me forcing me to dig the headphones out of my bag on the floor beside me as I quickly turned on my music and closed my eyes trying to calm my own body and mind. It wasn’t too long; at least I don’t remember it being too long before I was brought back to reality by the doctor placing his hand on my shoulder causing me to jump slightly.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”
“No, you’re fine.”
Straightening up in my chair I had removed my headphones making sure he knew he had my complete attention before he sat in front of me at the desk and started going through his paperwork. This action had only caused my frustration to grow once again as I cleared my throat and placed my arms folded on his desk.
“Can you please just get straight to the point, I’ve been waiting around this hospital for the last week and no one has told me anything expect that my mom has to stay here awhile longer. I have a right to know what is happening to her!”
“Please, calm down.”
“No! My mother is lying in a hospital bed right now and I have no idea what is going on with her! We only have each other! Please, I have to know what is going on.”
Exhaling a deep breath he took off the silver rimmed glasses that had been covering his eyes and sat them down on the desk in between us. Nodding slightly he kept his gaze looking at his hands, even then I knew that wasn’t a good sign.
“Ok, what is going on with mother is something that is started out as a common case but it appears to have worsened over the last few days. Basically Chelsea, your mother suffered from a stroke the day you found her in your house. “
“I already know that…what else”
“Well from the tests that the doctors have conducted it shows that your mom was lying there for at least two hours before you came home and found her. Now as you’ve been told when people suffer a stroke doctors like them to be at the hospital within sixty minutes to reduce any brain problems that can likely occur. With the length of time that she was down it appears that part of her brain had become nonresponsive…”
“But…but how is that possible? I’ve been talking to her every day since she got here...”
“It’s possible…rare…but possible that when part of a person’s brain becomes nonresponsive that those sense that still work can maintain their normal functions. Your mother can talk but it isn’t without difficulty…”
“Then why hasn’t she been released yet? If she can still talk then…”
“Chelsea, your mother can talk but there was a reason she wasn’t released Monday as planned. You see there was already so much damage done when she came in that there wasn’t much doctors could do to help her recover. There are medicines that are usually given to stroke patients but in her case it had already caused too much damage.”
“So what does this mean?”
“You have to understand that there isn’t any easy way I can say this…with the amount of damage that has already been sustained by her brain and the lack of medication it’s only time now until it completely takes over and leaves her brain dead.”
“What will happen then?”
“Well we’ll have one of two choices, either allow her body to go through the motions or there is the choice of putting her on life support on the slight change something will change.”
“How much longer do I have until this choice has to be made?”
“Her condition seems to be moving quickly…by the look of the charts our doctors are giving her till the end of the week. I’m really sorry Chelsea...”
Unable to talk I felt a single tear roll down my cheek as my eyes locked on the floor under my feet. The doctor offered me a tissue but I didn’t bother with it as I wanted to feel the tear take its journey.
“I can take you to see her if you want”
“Ok…”
I can’t tell you how we made it to her room let alone much that happened the next few days after that, all I remember is I practically lived in that hospital room every day after he told me that news. The first night she talked to me enough to tell me everything she felt I needed to her, that she loved me, cared for me and was proud of me, I struggled to be strong for her. I’d always wait until she allowed her body to tire out until I let my tears fall…even then I kept it quiet as I was always afraid that she’d wake up and see me. As the days went on she spent more of it asleep, that last day I remember it being the hardest…I couldn’t stop thinking about the decision that I was going to have to make, apparently someone took pity on me because I didn’t have to make it after all.
It was Sunday, March twenty-eighth. I was lying on the bed that had been brought in beside my mom’s bed two days before after it became apparent that I wasn’t going to leave her side. I had finally fell asleep when I was brought back awake by the scary reality of my mom’s heart monitor sounding out in a steady beep, it took a few seconds before it clicked in my mind what was happening. Rushing to the door I jerked it open to yell out as doctors had apparently already been alerted and were rushing in around me. I stood watch as they quickly tried everything they could, I stood on the sidelines catching words here and there but they all came back to the same conclusion…it was a lost cause. Even today I believe they gave me that show just to try to put some hope in my mind, a part of me thanks them…but the only part knows it was never going to work.
“My mom passed away at five twenty six on the morning of the twenty-eighth. It was then that it happened…that day that everything traces back to…”
Sitting in the corner of the room the doctor had given me the final news but I had already known the situation, he told me they’d give me a moment alone as everyone cleared out of the room closing the wooden door behind them and leaving me in silence once again. This time I didn’t mind the buzzing of the lights, in my mind it gave something to cover the crying that I didn’t try to hide. Every time I looked up I could see my mother’s now lifeless body lying on that hospital bed as soon the reality hit me that I was alone. Pulling my knees to my chest it was as if I could feel my heart literally breaking as everything seemed to be falling apart around me, it was as if a switch had been turned on and everything was changing.
In a blink of an eye I had sprung to my feet, I didn’t remember standing up let alone grabbing the chair which had been sent through the window beside me. Nurses ran in after hearing the glass shattering as now looking back I can understand the look of terror showing on their faces. When the glass shattered apparently some of it rained back and had cut several small places along my face and arms causing trails of red to rush out, it was then I found my friend…it was then she came to life. Standing there over my mother anger filled my senses as I started to believe that the doctors were to blame, they were the reason my mother had went through weeks of torture…they were the reason she was put in that condition…and they were the reason I was now all alone. It was this thought that made her stay with me but it was also that thought that gave her the control she needed to show her face whenever she wanted to…believe it or not I didn’t just start out as the monster people look at me as…I was merely a hostage to the horrible feelings I was forced to deal with.
**Scene Three**
“Do you understand it any better now? Has seeing into my past helped you grasp what exactly goes on in my mind when she shows? It’s not that I’m going crazy…some will say that happened long ago…no ever since that day she had held control over me because she knows how to make me relive that day. She can force me to see that same anger and pain over and over again, as many times as she wants until she gets the reaction she wants from me. I can you hear now, why don’t you just stop listening to her? Don’t you think if I could…I would?”
A soft almost hidden laugh left my lips causing me to shake my head as my eyes stayed locked back on the dirty floor under me, my hands had never stopped moving as squiggled lines now appeared in front of me in a tangled mess.
“It’s not as bad as it sounds though…no you see this gives me an excuse, an excuse to be how I am. It doesn’t hurt me…sure I’m forced to relive the death of my momma but that is also what drives me forward to do what I have done within my career. Do you honestly believe I could have made it here without her? I couldn’t of…no people tell me that I’m good that I’ve done this all on my own…but that’s not true. She knows what is best for me, and she has always made sure that I got just that…she didn’t leave me alone when things got tough…she didn’t let anyone get in her head and make her give up!”
Beginning to rock slightly my lips had started to move silently as I if was talking to myself, my hands continued to move as deep breaths were forced in and out of my lungs. Lips clenched tight I violently shook my head as if someone was wanting me to talk and I was acting like a stubborn child and disobeying, this continued for a few minutes before my eyes closed and my mouth slowly fell opened.
“My poor child, the night’s grown weary of your thoughts as you hide from what’s around you, you fail to see those signs that stare you in the face and instead fall victim to the sickening sweet truth protruding from the barriers holding you down. You no longer stare into the face of an enemy with the courage that once rushed through your melting veins with a heat so intense you had to keep fighting for fear of burning alive…no now you sit on the sidelines allowing that heat to cool and turn to ice and make you freeze up the stance of confrontation…you’re weak darling…it’s time for you to take your seat once again.
Those looking right now more than likely have a sense of confusion flooding your mind as you stare at the sight in front of you still unsure on what to do. You might as well give up, if your pathetic mind was capable of comprehending a word that passed through these lips then you’d be going on your way without a care in the world. Although it did always make me laugh how idiotic people can be in this world, I suppose though when you’re in a business like this you’re doomed to come across one or two unfavorable cases.”
Noticing that my hands never stopped moving through all of this the camera view began to turn slightly until it was at my side, it stayed there almost frozen as something was preventing it from getting a look at what was in front of me just yet. As it had moved I had moved to my knees to be able to reach further as once again a steady stream of air flew through my ruby lips.
“This week we have been placed in a match against one that goes by the name of Mr. Jack Unhappy…please. As if that’s what you wanted your whole image is nothing but one big contradictory statement! You’re a clown…even the saddest looking clowns are actually happy, now if they’re on a killing spree or blowing up balloon animals…well that’s beside the point…but they’re still happy. Although…you seem to be relatively happy…at least most of the time. I noticed that you seem to have a problem with the job Seth is going around this place, I must admit you intrigued me though and found a common place of interest when you brought up the fact how lacking our match was compared to all the others placed on this card.
Chelsea Black-Armstrong versus Mr. Jack Unhappy….in a simple one on one match, no stips, no special circumstances…purely a waste! You certainly have a sick mind when it comes to making things interesting…luckily for you you’re talking to a messed mind alike. You say you want to face me with your career on the line…if the impeccable Chelsea Black-Armstrong defeats you then you leave this company and more than likely no one will ask the words of what happened to one Jack Unhappy. But this is where it gets interesting…if I lose well I must lose my black and red locks…no doubt will you then frame them for some sort of sick trophy…”
A malicious laugh left my red lips making the air come to a thickening halt before the dust swirled around me acting almost like a fog to mask my face and body and yet the lines that had been drawn by my finger stayed perfect and untouched in front of me.
“But that’s not where it ends…no taking these gorgeous locks aren’t the end of what you want from me. I must admit I first underestimated how similar someone could be too I when it comes to the wicked thoughts that run through an abandoned mind…if I lose this match and fall victim to you not only must my head be shaved but you want to add a mask to my face. You see what I pulled from that marvelous speech you gave is it’s another simple case of jealously…you saw something you liked and just cannot stand that I went to the arms of S-Pac…you yourself say you have no friends in this federation, and what better couple than a crazy chick and a depressed clown…I must say it sounds implacably tempting to this warmed ears. But shall I continue with your plans?
Let us see…for if I win this match I have to go one step further and get a tattoo etched into my pale skin. Now it’s not like this will be my first, the one shown on my arm should show for something but curiosity has to set in when you fail to tell me just what kind of tattoo it is…but then again it doesn’t really matter, does it? We both know how this match is going to end Jack…this whole roster knows of this is going to end, do I have to spell it out for you? Well how about I draw you a picture instead…”
“This match might not have the embellishments deserved but that doesn’t mean that the outcome won’t be the same as it will be every time we step foot in that ring together. Believe it or not I am better than you Jack, we are better than you…joke all you want, I mean being a clown that is your job…but the laugh will be falling from my lips once that bell rings Sunday. I joined S-Pac for reasons that fit right within my mind…within hers, no one has a clue what they are talking about when their words stain their pathetic lips. S-Pac has grasped the monster that is needed and with time you shall all see what she is capable of…no to think this is her is a prime example of just how stupid you all really are…she’ll show when she is ready, and trust me you will know.
She is ready for you Jack…and I can promise your dreams will be anything but sweet…I hope you’re ready for retirement sweetheart…are you ready?”
