Why I hate my job By Hollyann Binion
chapter #2
Disclaimer: I own stuff...I own a pink thong, a sented candle, a stuffed pig, a raddle, a really cool pink shirt, black leather pants, a freind named Hedid, tons of poetry, a block ot swiss cheese, 5 pizzas, a blue crayon(for fiber of course), a horse, some snot, a vampire named Louis, and a COW, but I guess I don't own anything from this fic, well just the creativness. :)
I know what your thining. Why could this individual hate their job. How? How.... Well I wake up each morning thanking god I woke up.
Person: I'm alive, I'm alive.
I've made it through the night, THAT night, oh I remember it well, my flesh feels pinched at the simple thought. Oh do I remember it. But I am awake I've lived push forth from the night till today. But what about tonight? Why. I sceam.
Person: Why? Again, not again..Never, Never again.]
why must I be put through this hell my mind and my body. Oh my mind that remebers each night well, more so then my body, oddly more..it feels, oh how does it. Remebering where it hurt how it hurt, it burned is ripped it tore. It's hard to think about. My mind is a twisting maze like my body, 50 feet above certain humanity. I do it for him. The man. He is the one I work for..HIM. He asks me to do it so. so It hurts so I bleed.
Person: Damn him, damn him so.
He knows I'll never stop, I love my sweet punishment so, I don't claim to understand why, something draws me in and holds me there, right there, oh so tight.
Person: Let me go! God let me go. No keep me, don't leave. Please make me stay.
I'm talking to myself, agian, god am I a mad man.
Person: What is wrong with me!
I don't know, I'm fine. I'm not crazy, I just ACT crazy, that's it. Yes indeed. I am as sain as the next. God my shoulder hurts. Like a thousand freakin' knifes ponded in me blade first deep beyond the flesh. I want to scream.
Person: Ahhh....the pain. It hurt. The blood it comes.
Again I ask why, why do this. Put my body through such hell, make it hurt exsessivly. This isn't natural. This pain, it should not be, but oh how do I need it and strangly I love it. I inflict it on my self.
Person: Why? Why must I hurt myself so.
I set on the cold concrete floor, alone. I have only myself right now, I must think. Oh I hate thinking it reminds me of tonight. No matter what tonight is coming, it is coming fast I want it to go away but I want it to come, I don't know what I want.
Person: Someone, anyone, tell me what I want...I'm lost in my own weaved maze, this mess I've got myself into.
Oh, I don't know. Why I stay, for this pain, this mind boggling pain.
Person: Ahh..my back hurts. I can't go on, I just can't.
I hold my back as the paim burns on. I don't understand. I know it's getting close, the night, it is almost time, I know it. I feel it, I can practically smell it. I already hear it, feeling the pain I will endure tonight. He'll say everything well be ok, youl do just fine kid, but I'm still dreeding it, I'm dreeding the job I love to hate.
Person: I must do it, I have to go through with it..for THOSE OTHERS. Yes the others, not my boss. I don't do what I do for him...but THOSE OTHERS. We call them the little people. I will go forth in to that dark night.
I grab at my shoulder. Eeee...
Person: You will not get me down, you will not stop me this is my destiny I say. No pain well stop me, I live not in fear. I do not fear.
I get up I heard a thumping noise I question.
Person: Has it come so soon, already....is it TIME?
Yes, yes it is I tell myself. It is indeed time.
I run my fingers threw my long hair as I glance at my not so perfect body in the mirror. Noticing the cut, bruises and scars. They mak eme look sexier in a way, sadlly but yet they do. I wonder...
Person: Will my body remain to live untill tomorow, and if so will it still be the same as it is right before my own eyes. Maybe not?
I suck in my breath. this is it, no turning back, the night is before us and so is my time.
I step out and forth to my CALLING walking towards my fate my love, passion, fury, energy. I notice a figure beside me... I know him, I'm just not in normaility with him. I want to smile but I don't, I stay inside my self hidding.
Oh I can hear them now, you know THOSE OTHERS. Their words, what they yell, oh how they yell, is in no comparision to any word any human could speak, not face to face, ot other wise.
I like it, what I hear, it pushes me, drives me. God I hate my job, but I love to hate it an di do it all fot them, THE OTHERS.
I stand there with The DARK one, I'm not affraid, my head is held high, I'm awaiting my punishment. I'll become one with it.
Person: Ooo...eee...
I yell it, I resist against the pain I feel then I rise above it, above it all, once again I find myself 50 feet above humanity, I can fly. A man with wings.
I hear this noise, this dinging of sorts. What is it I almost sat allowed, it, it...what is it. I shake my head, I hurt. I've been out for a while. The DARK ONE, picks me up and brings me to my feet.
The DARK ONE: Your so good at your job.
Good at my job...I hurt, lord, oh hell I hurt.
Person: Really I am?
The DARK ONE: Yes, listen to them.
The roars of THE OTHERS comes to me like music to my ears, it's wonderful and what had hurt doesn't hurt anymore, not at all.
I am Jeffery Nero Hardy, none as the High Flyer, I'm a WWF superstar I wrestle with my brother, he is dark, misteries, imaginative, respected, and a suprize...He's Matthew Moore, Together we are The Hardy Boyz, The Hardyz if you will. We work for Vincent K. Mchoman, and we are here to entertain the people. I ddi my Swan Ton Bomb off a 50 feet steel cage tonight, It hurt, but when the people yelled, when they screamed our names, after we had won. I remembered why I love my job. It's all for the people and I love to hate my job.
Matthew: Come of Jeffis, I'll get you an ice pack and a Big Mac.
Jeffery: Gee...your the best big bro.
Matthew: Come on before mobs of hot blode chicks start attacking us.
Jeffery: Chicks totally dig us.
Matthew: They do? He laughs. He have the best fans...The HARDYIATS.
Jeffery: This is true.
We stood at the top of the ramp a bit longer, among our fate, and a twist there of, remembering FEAR IS ONLY A FOUR LETTER WORLD. And I love the the job I hate to love and love to hate, I'm a sports entertainer.
Love the HARDYZ/LITA? Link to http://hardyzlayer.50megs.com/ it is open now, but under going a HARDYZ makeover, it well be done soon, but for now you can STILL brose!~~~~~XXX
chapter #2
Disclaimer: I own stuff...I own a pink thong, a sented candle, a stuffed pig, a raddle, a really cool pink shirt, black leather pants, a freind named Hedid, tons of poetry, a block ot swiss cheese, 5 pizzas, a blue crayon(for fiber of course), a horse, some snot, a vampire named Louis, and a COW, but I guess I don't own anything from this fic, well just the creativness. :)
I know what your thining. Why could this individual hate their job. How? How.... Well I wake up each morning thanking god I woke up.
Person: I'm alive, I'm alive.
I've made it through the night, THAT night, oh I remember it well, my flesh feels pinched at the simple thought. Oh do I remember it. But I am awake I've lived push forth from the night till today. But what about tonight? Why. I sceam.
Person: Why? Again, not again..Never, Never again.]
why must I be put through this hell my mind and my body. Oh my mind that remebers each night well, more so then my body, oddly more..it feels, oh how does it. Remebering where it hurt how it hurt, it burned is ripped it tore. It's hard to think about. My mind is a twisting maze like my body, 50 feet above certain humanity. I do it for him. The man. He is the one I work for..HIM. He asks me to do it so. so It hurts so I bleed.
Person: Damn him, damn him so.
He knows I'll never stop, I love my sweet punishment so, I don't claim to understand why, something draws me in and holds me there, right there, oh so tight.
Person: Let me go! God let me go. No keep me, don't leave. Please make me stay.
I'm talking to myself, agian, god am I a mad man.
Person: What is wrong with me!
I don't know, I'm fine. I'm not crazy, I just ACT crazy, that's it. Yes indeed. I am as sain as the next. God my shoulder hurts. Like a thousand freakin' knifes ponded in me blade first deep beyond the flesh. I want to scream.
Person: Ahhh....the pain. It hurt. The blood it comes.
Again I ask why, why do this. Put my body through such hell, make it hurt exsessivly. This isn't natural. This pain, it should not be, but oh how do I need it and strangly I love it. I inflict it on my self.
Person: Why? Why must I hurt myself so.
I set on the cold concrete floor, alone. I have only myself right now, I must think. Oh I hate thinking it reminds me of tonight. No matter what tonight is coming, it is coming fast I want it to go away but I want it to come, I don't know what I want.
Person: Someone, anyone, tell me what I want...I'm lost in my own weaved maze, this mess I've got myself into.
Oh, I don't know. Why I stay, for this pain, this mind boggling pain.
Person: Ahh..my back hurts. I can't go on, I just can't.
I hold my back as the paim burns on. I don't understand. I know it's getting close, the night, it is almost time, I know it. I feel it, I can practically smell it. I already hear it, feeling the pain I will endure tonight. He'll say everything well be ok, youl do just fine kid, but I'm still dreeding it, I'm dreeding the job I love to hate.
Person: I must do it, I have to go through with it..for THOSE OTHERS. Yes the others, not my boss. I don't do what I do for him...but THOSE OTHERS. We call them the little people. I will go forth in to that dark night.
I grab at my shoulder. Eeee...
Person: You will not get me down, you will not stop me this is my destiny I say. No pain well stop me, I live not in fear. I do not fear.
I get up I heard a thumping noise I question.
Person: Has it come so soon, already....is it TIME?
Yes, yes it is I tell myself. It is indeed time.
I run my fingers threw my long hair as I glance at my not so perfect body in the mirror. Noticing the cut, bruises and scars. They mak eme look sexier in a way, sadlly but yet they do. I wonder...
Person: Will my body remain to live untill tomorow, and if so will it still be the same as it is right before my own eyes. Maybe not?
I suck in my breath. this is it, no turning back, the night is before us and so is my time.
I step out and forth to my CALLING walking towards my fate my love, passion, fury, energy. I notice a figure beside me... I know him, I'm just not in normaility with him. I want to smile but I don't, I stay inside my self hidding.
Oh I can hear them now, you know THOSE OTHERS. Their words, what they yell, oh how they yell, is in no comparision to any word any human could speak, not face to face, ot other wise.
I like it, what I hear, it pushes me, drives me. God I hate my job, but I love to hate it an di do it all fot them, THE OTHERS.
I stand there with The DARK one, I'm not affraid, my head is held high, I'm awaiting my punishment. I'll become one with it.
Person: Ooo...eee...
I yell it, I resist against the pain I feel then I rise above it, above it all, once again I find myself 50 feet above humanity, I can fly. A man with wings.
I hear this noise, this dinging of sorts. What is it I almost sat allowed, it, it...what is it. I shake my head, I hurt. I've been out for a while. The DARK ONE, picks me up and brings me to my feet.
The DARK ONE: Your so good at your job.
Good at my job...I hurt, lord, oh hell I hurt.
Person: Really I am?
The DARK ONE: Yes, listen to them.
The roars of THE OTHERS comes to me like music to my ears, it's wonderful and what had hurt doesn't hurt anymore, not at all.
I am Jeffery Nero Hardy, none as the High Flyer, I'm a WWF superstar I wrestle with my brother, he is dark, misteries, imaginative, respected, and a suprize...He's Matthew Moore, Together we are The Hardy Boyz, The Hardyz if you will. We work for Vincent K. Mchoman, and we are here to entertain the people. I ddi my Swan Ton Bomb off a 50 feet steel cage tonight, It hurt, but when the people yelled, when they screamed our names, after we had won. I remembered why I love my job. It's all for the people and I love to hate my job.
Matthew: Come of Jeffis, I'll get you an ice pack and a Big Mac.
Jeffery: Gee...your the best big bro.
Matthew: Come on before mobs of hot blode chicks start attacking us.
Jeffery: Chicks totally dig us.
Matthew: They do? He laughs. He have the best fans...The HARDYIATS.
Jeffery: This is true.
We stood at the top of the ramp a bit longer, among our fate, and a twist there of, remembering FEAR IS ONLY A FOUR LETTER WORLD. And I love the the job I hate to love and love to hate, I'm a sports entertainer.
Love the HARDYZ/LITA? Link to http://hardyzlayer.50megs.com/ it is open now, but under going a HARDYZ makeover, it well be done soon, but for now you can STILL brose!~~~~~XXX