All right we all know I don't own any of the Wrestlers here so don't rub it
in. The character I own is Saffron - All details contained with are based
upon my screwed up imagination.
Title Breath in Now 1/3
Author name me
Author Email Bekabulwinkle@hotmail.com Category: Drama, angst, romance Spoilers none really
Rating I'd say maybe a Mature since it has a few of the f' words in it
Sitting alone wasn't something unusual for Saffy, no matter where she was, what she was doing she was always alone. Her dark blond hair falling over her face as it sat messily across her shoulders and down her back while she quickly wrote in the book she always carried with her. Hearing someone laugh she looked up for a moment gazing at the beautiful blond and then turned back to her book. Scribbling the words so fast she was amazed sometimes she could even read her own writing - when the inspiration started she blocked out everything else and just let it flow - right now she was finally finishing a poem she had been working on all day. Writing the last line she re-read it and smiled as she closed the book, twirling the leather strap around it only then noticing the ink staining her hands. A bitten down nail seeped with the midnight black ink, creating almost a watermark of sorts. Taking a gulp of the soda she had she shifted in the hard chair, a smile filtering across her face when she was lost in her own world again, her mind falling though words and images.
"Does anyone actually know who she it?" Trish asked as she looked over a the cubby girl - her long hair looking like it needed a good brush as it sat chaotically around her. "She's Ronny's kid" Jeff answered as he quickly looked at the girl - he had met her a week ago when she first started travelling with her father, she had barely looked at him. "Ronny as in writer Ronny - tall skinny guy with pitch black hair?" Nodding Jeff shrugged "Yea" "Take after her mother then?" "Must" Matt looked up at the girl they were talking about - she was gazing off - a smile playing on her lips, he knew that look, he had seen it enough on his brother when he had just finished writing.
She didn't know how long she had been there but her fathers voice broke her out of her world "Saffy - hay Saffy you coming kiddo?" Looking up at him she smiled - Picking up her stuff she didn't notice the papers fall under the table. Stuffing everything in her bag she quietly sighed and followed her dad out of the room not even looking at the wrestlers when she past.
As soon as she walked out Jeff was up and over to where she was sitting "Jeff what are you doing?' Trish asked but he just went under the table, moments later waving some papers in his hand "She dropped these?" "What you got their kid? Marks voice asked as he sat down at the table, nodding his hello at the rest of them, as he popped the top off the water bottle in his hand. "Saffy dropped them?" "Saffy who's Saffy?" Mark asked as Kevin, Shawn and Paul walked in - making themselves comfortable at the table "Is that the fat chick who's been hanging around the last week?" Hitting Kevin Trish scoffed at him - not likening the way he spoke about the girl "Hay what?" "You're an ass Nash" Matt said as Jeff sat back down, spreading the papers in front of him "She's not fat" Trish whined shaking her head at the big blond man "It looks like she was writing a poem or something?" Jeff interrupted the developing argument "Whats it say?" Trish asked as she lent over him, trying to read over his shoulder, but not being able to read the hastily written words "I have no idea - I cant read her writing" "Pass it hear - if I can read Nash and Shawn's chicken scratch I'm sure I can read her's" Paul said taking the papers from Jeff, quickly scanning them "So read on" Nash said, taking a roll off Marks plate chomping into it. Paul's gruff voice started "I think it's called 'Fake is What You Want it to Be.'
"You tell me its fake But I already know. I don't care because I love my wrestling.
Every week I need my fix
The drama of it all. Who's with whom? What's the story line this week? A soap opera with violence A chair dented A body broken Each man and woman Vying for our emotions We boo the bad guy this week But we'll love them the next Each persona so carefully crafted That we tend to forget That it's not really them. They don't really hate each other But they play their parts to perfection Each getting paid to be whom they are But outback they smile and say Good match and Have a good night. Scenes are set down to the last detail Just like the movies But no one keeps reminding me that they're fake. I've always wanted to get into the ring Thinking I'll have fun Get involved in the match But I know it's just a dream Because I have a major fault I'm fat; people don't want to se that So I sit back and get My weekly fix Emotions played on Exploited to any advantage. But I'll know Wrestling is my game!"
Jeff nodding in appreciation "Its good" "Wait a second there's another one" Paul said shuffling the paper around, quickly deciphering the words he stoped "I don't think I should read it?" Frowning Nash picked the paper out of his hand and started reading "This doesn't have a title and I think it's got unfinished written next to it" He coughed a little before he started, everyone listening to him
"I don't know how to start this - I think I need a drink, Bourbon on the rocks forget the twist You've gone and here I sit alone again Each day no different from the last I look into my mind and wonder Did it hurt - did you cry out As the knife made its way Across your skin Everything stained with your life A life wasted because of a moment A single moment in time With his angry thrust he took you from me Tearing innocence from my virginal body I cry each day - but the tears can't heal A broken soul. I know they try - but what can I say How can I sit them down and tell them Tell them what a slut I have become Why I spill my blood each day And leave such scares upon my arms? Why theirs such emptiness inside me Drowning out everything else? Why I'm dead inside - scared and terrified That maybe he'll be back, he'll find me How do I explain? Rape is such a common word, For such a brutal act Penetration may hurt for a moment - But it's the pain afterwards that kills The helplessness against the nightmares The anger at yourself - at him, at anyone It's the loneliness and isolation from the world I find it funny in a way I never thought it would happen to me `Cause being an ugly chick I thought I was safe Shit I think I need another drink"
The table was quite as Nash's voice echoed away, letting the papers fall back to the table Nash couldn't believe what he had just read "I think I dropped some papers!" Saffy's voice rang out - snatching the papers off the table Jeff quickly put them back where he found them from, just making it back to his seat as she came back in the room.
Title Breath in Now 1/3
Author name me
Author Email Bekabulwinkle@hotmail.com Category: Drama, angst, romance Spoilers none really
Rating I'd say maybe a Mature since it has a few of the f' words in it
Sitting alone wasn't something unusual for Saffy, no matter where she was, what she was doing she was always alone. Her dark blond hair falling over her face as it sat messily across her shoulders and down her back while she quickly wrote in the book she always carried with her. Hearing someone laugh she looked up for a moment gazing at the beautiful blond and then turned back to her book. Scribbling the words so fast she was amazed sometimes she could even read her own writing - when the inspiration started she blocked out everything else and just let it flow - right now she was finally finishing a poem she had been working on all day. Writing the last line she re-read it and smiled as she closed the book, twirling the leather strap around it only then noticing the ink staining her hands. A bitten down nail seeped with the midnight black ink, creating almost a watermark of sorts. Taking a gulp of the soda she had she shifted in the hard chair, a smile filtering across her face when she was lost in her own world again, her mind falling though words and images.
"Does anyone actually know who she it?" Trish asked as she looked over a the cubby girl - her long hair looking like it needed a good brush as it sat chaotically around her. "She's Ronny's kid" Jeff answered as he quickly looked at the girl - he had met her a week ago when she first started travelling with her father, she had barely looked at him. "Ronny as in writer Ronny - tall skinny guy with pitch black hair?" Nodding Jeff shrugged "Yea" "Take after her mother then?" "Must" Matt looked up at the girl they were talking about - she was gazing off - a smile playing on her lips, he knew that look, he had seen it enough on his brother when he had just finished writing.
She didn't know how long she had been there but her fathers voice broke her out of her world "Saffy - hay Saffy you coming kiddo?" Looking up at him she smiled - Picking up her stuff she didn't notice the papers fall under the table. Stuffing everything in her bag she quietly sighed and followed her dad out of the room not even looking at the wrestlers when she past.
As soon as she walked out Jeff was up and over to where she was sitting "Jeff what are you doing?' Trish asked but he just went under the table, moments later waving some papers in his hand "She dropped these?" "What you got their kid? Marks voice asked as he sat down at the table, nodding his hello at the rest of them, as he popped the top off the water bottle in his hand. "Saffy dropped them?" "Saffy who's Saffy?" Mark asked as Kevin, Shawn and Paul walked in - making themselves comfortable at the table "Is that the fat chick who's been hanging around the last week?" Hitting Kevin Trish scoffed at him - not likening the way he spoke about the girl "Hay what?" "You're an ass Nash" Matt said as Jeff sat back down, spreading the papers in front of him "She's not fat" Trish whined shaking her head at the big blond man "It looks like she was writing a poem or something?" Jeff interrupted the developing argument "Whats it say?" Trish asked as she lent over him, trying to read over his shoulder, but not being able to read the hastily written words "I have no idea - I cant read her writing" "Pass it hear - if I can read Nash and Shawn's chicken scratch I'm sure I can read her's" Paul said taking the papers from Jeff, quickly scanning them "So read on" Nash said, taking a roll off Marks plate chomping into it. Paul's gruff voice started "I think it's called 'Fake is What You Want it to Be.'
"You tell me its fake But I already know. I don't care because I love my wrestling.
Every week I need my fix
The drama of it all. Who's with whom? What's the story line this week? A soap opera with violence A chair dented A body broken Each man and woman Vying for our emotions We boo the bad guy this week But we'll love them the next Each persona so carefully crafted That we tend to forget That it's not really them. They don't really hate each other But they play their parts to perfection Each getting paid to be whom they are But outback they smile and say Good match and Have a good night. Scenes are set down to the last detail Just like the movies But no one keeps reminding me that they're fake. I've always wanted to get into the ring Thinking I'll have fun Get involved in the match But I know it's just a dream Because I have a major fault I'm fat; people don't want to se that So I sit back and get My weekly fix Emotions played on Exploited to any advantage. But I'll know Wrestling is my game!"
Jeff nodding in appreciation "Its good" "Wait a second there's another one" Paul said shuffling the paper around, quickly deciphering the words he stoped "I don't think I should read it?" Frowning Nash picked the paper out of his hand and started reading "This doesn't have a title and I think it's got unfinished written next to it" He coughed a little before he started, everyone listening to him
"I don't know how to start this - I think I need a drink, Bourbon on the rocks forget the twist You've gone and here I sit alone again Each day no different from the last I look into my mind and wonder Did it hurt - did you cry out As the knife made its way Across your skin Everything stained with your life A life wasted because of a moment A single moment in time With his angry thrust he took you from me Tearing innocence from my virginal body I cry each day - but the tears can't heal A broken soul. I know they try - but what can I say How can I sit them down and tell them Tell them what a slut I have become Why I spill my blood each day And leave such scares upon my arms? Why theirs such emptiness inside me Drowning out everything else? Why I'm dead inside - scared and terrified That maybe he'll be back, he'll find me How do I explain? Rape is such a common word, For such a brutal act Penetration may hurt for a moment - But it's the pain afterwards that kills The helplessness against the nightmares The anger at yourself - at him, at anyone It's the loneliness and isolation from the world I find it funny in a way I never thought it would happen to me `Cause being an ugly chick I thought I was safe Shit I think I need another drink"
The table was quite as Nash's voice echoed away, letting the papers fall back to the table Nash couldn't believe what he had just read "I think I dropped some papers!" Saffy's voice rang out - snatching the papers off the table Jeff quickly put them back where he found them from, just making it back to his seat as she came back in the room.
