Post by Deleted on May 9, 2020 15:21:58 GMT -5
“So are you going to keep it?”
Chelsea LeClair is still letting the night before sink in while she’s having a swell breakfast with her former publicist Cynthia Winters. Chelsea is glancing at the OCW Women’s Championship while the two reunite over a private breakfast near the Jersey Shore.
“I haven’t thought about that too much… it just feels surreal…” Chelsea admits. “But, why did you invite me here? You wanted nothing to do with me after… you know…”
“I’m glad you asked, Chelsea” Cynthia said. “You just defeated someone who had never lost a wrestling match, one of the top women that OCW has ever employed and that production you put together leading up to the match? My bosses loved it. So, I’m here to offer you a chance to get your foot back in the door to the television industry.”
This revelation shocks Chelsea, who had considered herself done with that industry.
“Once this quarantine dies down… we’re going to invest every dollar and cent we have to make you into the star you were born to be! Think about it, Chelsea! ONE night was all it took for you to be a champion, to redeem yourself and to make yourself marketable again!”
“That’s all great and everything…” Chelsea says with a hint of nervousness in her voice. “...I’m just… surprised.”
“You always wanted to use wrestling as a springboard for television, Chelsea.” Cynthia reminded her. “Congratulations, you’ve finally made it. So, when do we get started?”
“I need some time to think about it…” Chelsea responded, drawing a surprised look out of Cynthia.
“It should be a no brainer.”
“Yeah but… this is out of nowhere. I never imagined this was ever going to happen.”
“Think about it… but not for too long” Cynthia said. “After all… you and I both know what you REALLY want…”
Cynthia leaves Chelsea alone with the OCW Women’s Championship, leaving the redeemed wrestler with even more to think about.
Flashbacks…
Chelsea is going through her memory bank at the moment. The surprising events of round one have certainly left her with much to reflect on… starting when she was growing up with her father. She remembers the night of her high school graduation in that second-class Sedona suite where her father held the celebration. She remembers her father pulling her aside away from everyone else, lighting up a cigarette and starting a conversation that would alter her life for the worse.
“You think you’re the shit now, huh?” Gregory Summers, her father, tells Chelsea. “Prom queen. Graduating high school. I’m surprised you weren’t one of those whores that dropped out…”
Chelsea rolls her eyes and her father catches this. As a result, he grabs her hard in the shoulder and pulls her closer to him, pressing one of his hands on her throat.
“Don’t roll your eyes at me…”
A hard shove leaves Chelsea coughing for a bit.
“...you realize you’re the reason right? Why your mother left…”
“Why are you telling me this?”
“You’re 18 now. You’re an adult. She left because she couldn’t stand you. She saw you as nothing more than an anchor baby, I thought I’d let you know that. I never wanted you. You were just… an accident… something that happened. In all honesty, having to raise you was one of the biggest regrets I’ve ever had in my life. You always were very high maintenance. I thought getting you anything you wanted would just… shut you up but no… you’re still a nagging little bitch. So I’ll tell you what. Starting tomorrow… you have one year…”
“...what?”
“I’m giving you one year to do something with your life… and don’t even think about that whole television career thing… because you’re not good enough for that. You have one year to move out of my house. If you don’t, I’ll throw you out myself. It’s time to finally start living in the world. But to be honest with you? I don’t have faith in you at all. You’re not going to amount to anything…”
Chelsea is left in stunned silence as her father stands up and flicks the cigarette into the trash can. She clearly doesn’t know what to make of her father’s hurtful words as tears start to form in her eyes. Being led to believe that her mother left because of her was hard enough… but being told that she’d never amount to anything? The worst part is, it wouldn’t even be the last time she would hear such a thing…
May 5, 2020
Chelsea sits in her car outside of a very familiar home in Sedona, Arizona. She’s dealing with plenty of internal emotions as she looks at the OCW Women’s Championship on her lap. Her eyes indicate confliction as she never imagined that the moment she’s about to walk into is about to happen. Before she opens the door, she reflects on what so many wrestlers have said about her in the past…
“You’re a useless waste of space…” Myra Lynwood, her former mentor… and tormentor at that… would tell her.
“You’re a disgrace to society who shouldn’t even be wrestling…” Andrea’s father of all people would say to her.
“You’re a massive joke…” Jazmyn Rain, a former GCW co-worker and someone who constantly criticizes her and bullies her on social media tells her constantly. “...you don’t belong in professional wrestling.”
“You’re NOTHING without Andrea…” she’d hear constantly from many of her peers ever since she and Andrea’s Sedona Sky tag team came to an end.
“I guess that settles it…” she remembers a wrestling critic on a podcast say. “Andrea has become a world champion for the first time in her career and it’s now official: Andrea is the STAR of Sedona Sky who went on to do big things! She’s 100 percent the Peyton Manning of the team. I guess that means her forgotten, moribund, drug addict ex-partner Chelsea LeClair will always be the Ryan Leaf: a massive bust… a waste of potential… someone who just… I guess you can say… never got it in this business and never will…”
Once Chelsea is done running through those harsh criticisms in her mind, she takes a deep breath and exits her car. She’s carrying the OCW Women’s Championship with her as she feels determined to stand up to much of those demons. Once she’s halfway through the door, she’s in for a slight change up.
“...looking for me?”
Those startling words from her father cause her to look right at him as she glares at him once he comes out of his garage.
“I’m not going to lie to you. You actually do look great” her father tells her. “You’re even becoming a spitting image of your mother. I see you’ve cleaned yourself up and… wow… I guess you really did make something of yourself, didn’t you?”
“Yes I did…” Chelsea responds with an angry glare.
“What? No hug?” Chelsea feels disgust within her the moment she hears those words. “I’m proud of you! You proved me wrong!”
Her father grabs her by the shoulders… though in a more loving, proud manner.
“I always knew you could do it!”
Chelsea’s anger leads her to shove her father away.
“Don’t touch me!” she says, catching her father by surprise.
“Chelsea… this is how you treat your own father?”
“Fuck OFF, ‘dad’...” Chelsea says back. “All you ever did growing up was abuse the shit out of me! You’d always tell me that I’d never amount to anything, that you hated that I was ever born, that the biggest burden of your life was raising me. You think I’d EVER forgot those words? Do you think I’d ever forget every single time you’d lock me in the closet and beat the hell out of me? You think I’d forget being locked in there for hours afterward? You think I’d forget how you hired someone to brainwash me into being the daughter you really wanted? NO! I’ll NEVER forget that… and now you act like it’s ALL okay and NOW you want to be my dad just because I’m successful now? Because I proved you wrong? NOW you want everything to do with me?”
“Chelsea… sweetheart… it’s not like that. I always cared. I did all of that to push you to be your best…”
“DON’T GIVE ME THAT SHIT!”
“But it’s true…”
“No… it’s a LIE! The only reason why you suddenly ‘love me’ is because I’m actually doing something with my life and with my career! I bet that the moment I fall down, even ONE time, you’re going to act like I don’t exist. For the last couple of years, I’ve struggled… I’ve been through rehab, I’ve been through therapy… and did you EVER bother to contact me ONE time? NO! Because you never cared. I didn’t come here to kiss and make up! I came here to show you to your face that I proved you wrong… and what you’re missing out on! This isn’t ‘hello’... this is ‘goodbye’... you are the face of ALL the shit I’ve EVER been through… so think about THAT! In the end… it was YOU that never amounted to anything… as a father… you never did… and you never will…”
Chelsea suddenly turns and bolts back to her car.
“Chelsea… Chelsea wait…”
Chelsea doesn’t listen, which angers him. He immediately reverts back to his old ways and goes after her, grabbing her by the arm and spinning her around. In her anger, Chelsea responds with a right hook right to the nose, causing him to double over. She shoves him to the ground, further displaying her growing independence from him.
“We’re through, father. For good…”
Chelsea enters her car, turns on the ignition and she can’t get out of there fast enough as she leaves her father behind in stunned silence… the tables of their relationship finally turning in her favor.
May 8, 2020
“I’m not doing it, Cynthia…” Chelsea tells her ex-publicist, who is the latest person in her life to be stunned in silence.
“Chelsea…”
“Your bosses are just like my dad… you left me for dead… and now that I’m alive again, you want me back?”
“But wrestling is FILTH, remember? It’s supposed to be a bridge to what you really want…”
“Cynthia… wrestling IS what I really want! That’s final!”
Chelsea stands up and begins to walk away.
“By the way, I’m keeping that title…”
“Chelsea, you’re throwing millions of dollars away!”
Chelsea completely ignores her having chosen her path… and leaving behind her television dreams for good.
May 9, 2020
[STATIC IN]
The setting is that familiar Chelsea TV studio: the fancy couch, the colorful walls, the exaggerated, sophisticated curtains, the big screen TV, the big “Chelsea TV” banner, all the self-promoting posters of the prim and proper princess she had been before. Chelsea walks in with her OCW Women’s Championship and a few people dressed in black.
“All clear, boys…”
Chelsea nods and the men in black begin to do their job… and that is to destroy the set. The big screen TV is the first to go with a sledgehammer right into the monitor. The curtains are being cut and torn to shreds by a pair of large, landscaping scissors, the couch is getting the stuffing ripped out of it completely, and Chelsea… no longer taking on the “princess” role, has traded in the dress, high heels and the exaggeratingly styled hair for a workout look consisting of a t-shirt, sweatpants and a pair of sneakers to go along with a ponytail and half of the makeup she’d usually apply to her face. Chelsea expresses her thoughts as the crew behind her continues to destroy a remnant of her past.
“I finally did it… I had the moment that I had long desired in OCW when I became a champion… and I did so by defeating Skye Hill at that. Say what you will about her, but in my book, she deserves to be recognized as an OCW Hall of Famer just for the fact that she was an undefeated women’s champion… that is… until I beat her. Think about that… 20 years ago, Skye Hill was the most dominant woman in OCW. Before Andrea Hernandez, before MJ Bell, before even Alice Knight… it was Skye Hill… and NOBODY could touch her… until I did what was the impossible… I handed her a loss. Me. I’m the one that did it. ME! And hell… I AM going to keep this championship because that moment for me is the greatest moment I’ve ever had in my OCW career… and definitely a win that I am going to look back on and say that THIS was the win that started the rise of my career! I came back for this tournament to redeem myself and show what I’m capable of and all it took was ONE match to do that!
“I hope you’re paying attention to this, Duce Jones. I never knew how you felt about me then, but I know you’re coming off of a high yourself. I know that beating Zybala was a HUGE deal for you… but I’m going to warn you right now that if you DARE overlook me because I’m such a ‘step down’ from Zybala, then you’re in for a reality check and it won’t be ME that they’re questioning, it’s going to be you. I can see the headlines now: DUCE PROVES HE’S NOT A VIABLE SINGLES STAR, LOSES TO CHELSEA!
That bugs you, doesn’t it? That all of your OCW success was in the tag team division? That has to be why you’re in this tournament yourself! You WANT to prove yourself as more than a tag team wrestler and I absolutely get it because I’m in that same boat and while you beat Zybala, I know that you look at me and you see me as an easy ticket to the semis, don’t you? I know you remember what I was… that disgrace to OCW… that was always in Andrea’s shadow… that never even got out of the starting gate. Well Duce… not only am I out of the starting gate… I became the one thing you have yet to be in OCW: A SINGLES CHAMPION!
You think you can just come in here and walk all over me just because I was that prim and proper princess that couldn’t wrestle to save her life, because all she cared about was being a TV star, because all she did was post the most garbage shit on the Shark Tank and highlighting all the goddamn drugs that I was on. But you won’t! Even if you beat me, I’m going to give you one of the biggest fights of your life because now more than anything Duce Jones… I WANT THIS! I WANT to be a wrestler now! My ADDICTION now is this business and being a success in it! This is my DREAM now, Duce… because professional wrestling is where I know I was meant to be! I am falling in love with this sport every single day and having my moment in OCW… at long last...by beating Skye Hill and becoming OCW Women’s Champion… that moment is going to stick with me forever…
...it’s going to motivate me to beat you and continue this ride! In my book, I’ve already won. This tournament, no matter what, is giving me everything I could ever want and need to be a successful star in this business. I entered this tournament a starving soul… and I’m guaranteed to leave it a champion… no matter when I leave it. You’re not taking my dream away from me… but Monday night? That’s what I’m doing to you… and I don’t need the glitz or the glamour to make it happen… I just need to be Chelsea… and there ain’t a damn thing wrong with that.
Chelsea looks around the old “Chelsea TV” set she used to film her OCW promos in and sees shattered windows, curtains in tatters, black paint splattered all over the place, old posters torn to shreds, red-colored graffiti all over the walls. She can only smile at this, knowing that she’s finally leaving that part of her past… in the past…
For good…
[STATIC OUT]
Chelsea LeClair is still letting the night before sink in while she’s having a swell breakfast with her former publicist Cynthia Winters. Chelsea is glancing at the OCW Women’s Championship while the two reunite over a private breakfast near the Jersey Shore.
“I haven’t thought about that too much… it just feels surreal…” Chelsea admits. “But, why did you invite me here? You wanted nothing to do with me after… you know…”
“I’m glad you asked, Chelsea” Cynthia said. “You just defeated someone who had never lost a wrestling match, one of the top women that OCW has ever employed and that production you put together leading up to the match? My bosses loved it. So, I’m here to offer you a chance to get your foot back in the door to the television industry.”
This revelation shocks Chelsea, who had considered herself done with that industry.
“Once this quarantine dies down… we’re going to invest every dollar and cent we have to make you into the star you were born to be! Think about it, Chelsea! ONE night was all it took for you to be a champion, to redeem yourself and to make yourself marketable again!”
“That’s all great and everything…” Chelsea says with a hint of nervousness in her voice. “...I’m just… surprised.”
“You always wanted to use wrestling as a springboard for television, Chelsea.” Cynthia reminded her. “Congratulations, you’ve finally made it. So, when do we get started?”
“I need some time to think about it…” Chelsea responded, drawing a surprised look out of Cynthia.
“It should be a no brainer.”
“Yeah but… this is out of nowhere. I never imagined this was ever going to happen.”
“Think about it… but not for too long” Cynthia said. “After all… you and I both know what you REALLY want…”
Cynthia leaves Chelsea alone with the OCW Women’s Championship, leaving the redeemed wrestler with even more to think about.
Flashbacks…
Chelsea is going through her memory bank at the moment. The surprising events of round one have certainly left her with much to reflect on… starting when she was growing up with her father. She remembers the night of her high school graduation in that second-class Sedona suite where her father held the celebration. She remembers her father pulling her aside away from everyone else, lighting up a cigarette and starting a conversation that would alter her life for the worse.
“You think you’re the shit now, huh?” Gregory Summers, her father, tells Chelsea. “Prom queen. Graduating high school. I’m surprised you weren’t one of those whores that dropped out…”
Chelsea rolls her eyes and her father catches this. As a result, he grabs her hard in the shoulder and pulls her closer to him, pressing one of his hands on her throat.
“Don’t roll your eyes at me…”
A hard shove leaves Chelsea coughing for a bit.
“...you realize you’re the reason right? Why your mother left…”
“Why are you telling me this?”
“You’re 18 now. You’re an adult. She left because she couldn’t stand you. She saw you as nothing more than an anchor baby, I thought I’d let you know that. I never wanted you. You were just… an accident… something that happened. In all honesty, having to raise you was one of the biggest regrets I’ve ever had in my life. You always were very high maintenance. I thought getting you anything you wanted would just… shut you up but no… you’re still a nagging little bitch. So I’ll tell you what. Starting tomorrow… you have one year…”
“...what?”
“I’m giving you one year to do something with your life… and don’t even think about that whole television career thing… because you’re not good enough for that. You have one year to move out of my house. If you don’t, I’ll throw you out myself. It’s time to finally start living in the world. But to be honest with you? I don’t have faith in you at all. You’re not going to amount to anything…”
Chelsea is left in stunned silence as her father stands up and flicks the cigarette into the trash can. She clearly doesn’t know what to make of her father’s hurtful words as tears start to form in her eyes. Being led to believe that her mother left because of her was hard enough… but being told that she’d never amount to anything? The worst part is, it wouldn’t even be the last time she would hear such a thing…
May 5, 2020
Chelsea sits in her car outside of a very familiar home in Sedona, Arizona. She’s dealing with plenty of internal emotions as she looks at the OCW Women’s Championship on her lap. Her eyes indicate confliction as she never imagined that the moment she’s about to walk into is about to happen. Before she opens the door, she reflects on what so many wrestlers have said about her in the past…
“You’re a useless waste of space…” Myra Lynwood, her former mentor… and tormentor at that… would tell her.
“You’re a disgrace to society who shouldn’t even be wrestling…” Andrea’s father of all people would say to her.
“You’re a massive joke…” Jazmyn Rain, a former GCW co-worker and someone who constantly criticizes her and bullies her on social media tells her constantly. “...you don’t belong in professional wrestling.”
“You’re NOTHING without Andrea…” she’d hear constantly from many of her peers ever since she and Andrea’s Sedona Sky tag team came to an end.
“I guess that settles it…” she remembers a wrestling critic on a podcast say. “Andrea has become a world champion for the first time in her career and it’s now official: Andrea is the STAR of Sedona Sky who went on to do big things! She’s 100 percent the Peyton Manning of the team. I guess that means her forgotten, moribund, drug addict ex-partner Chelsea LeClair will always be the Ryan Leaf: a massive bust… a waste of potential… someone who just… I guess you can say… never got it in this business and never will…”
Once Chelsea is done running through those harsh criticisms in her mind, she takes a deep breath and exits her car. She’s carrying the OCW Women’s Championship with her as she feels determined to stand up to much of those demons. Once she’s halfway through the door, she’s in for a slight change up.
“...looking for me?”
Those startling words from her father cause her to look right at him as she glares at him once he comes out of his garage.
“I’m not going to lie to you. You actually do look great” her father tells her. “You’re even becoming a spitting image of your mother. I see you’ve cleaned yourself up and… wow… I guess you really did make something of yourself, didn’t you?”
“Yes I did…” Chelsea responds with an angry glare.
“What? No hug?” Chelsea feels disgust within her the moment she hears those words. “I’m proud of you! You proved me wrong!”
Her father grabs her by the shoulders… though in a more loving, proud manner.
“I always knew you could do it!”
Chelsea’s anger leads her to shove her father away.
“Don’t touch me!” she says, catching her father by surprise.
“Chelsea… this is how you treat your own father?”
“Fuck OFF, ‘dad’...” Chelsea says back. “All you ever did growing up was abuse the shit out of me! You’d always tell me that I’d never amount to anything, that you hated that I was ever born, that the biggest burden of your life was raising me. You think I’d EVER forgot those words? Do you think I’d ever forget every single time you’d lock me in the closet and beat the hell out of me? You think I’d forget being locked in there for hours afterward? You think I’d forget how you hired someone to brainwash me into being the daughter you really wanted? NO! I’ll NEVER forget that… and now you act like it’s ALL okay and NOW you want to be my dad just because I’m successful now? Because I proved you wrong? NOW you want everything to do with me?”
“Chelsea… sweetheart… it’s not like that. I always cared. I did all of that to push you to be your best…”
“DON’T GIVE ME THAT SHIT!”
“But it’s true…”
“No… it’s a LIE! The only reason why you suddenly ‘love me’ is because I’m actually doing something with my life and with my career! I bet that the moment I fall down, even ONE time, you’re going to act like I don’t exist. For the last couple of years, I’ve struggled… I’ve been through rehab, I’ve been through therapy… and did you EVER bother to contact me ONE time? NO! Because you never cared. I didn’t come here to kiss and make up! I came here to show you to your face that I proved you wrong… and what you’re missing out on! This isn’t ‘hello’... this is ‘goodbye’... you are the face of ALL the shit I’ve EVER been through… so think about THAT! In the end… it was YOU that never amounted to anything… as a father… you never did… and you never will…”
Chelsea suddenly turns and bolts back to her car.
“Chelsea… Chelsea wait…”
Chelsea doesn’t listen, which angers him. He immediately reverts back to his old ways and goes after her, grabbing her by the arm and spinning her around. In her anger, Chelsea responds with a right hook right to the nose, causing him to double over. She shoves him to the ground, further displaying her growing independence from him.
“We’re through, father. For good…”
Chelsea enters her car, turns on the ignition and she can’t get out of there fast enough as she leaves her father behind in stunned silence… the tables of their relationship finally turning in her favor.
May 8, 2020
“I’m not doing it, Cynthia…” Chelsea tells her ex-publicist, who is the latest person in her life to be stunned in silence.
“Chelsea…”
“Your bosses are just like my dad… you left me for dead… and now that I’m alive again, you want me back?”
“But wrestling is FILTH, remember? It’s supposed to be a bridge to what you really want…”
“Cynthia… wrestling IS what I really want! That’s final!”
Chelsea stands up and begins to walk away.
“By the way, I’m keeping that title…”
“Chelsea, you’re throwing millions of dollars away!”
Chelsea completely ignores her having chosen her path… and leaving behind her television dreams for good.
May 9, 2020
[STATIC IN]
The setting is that familiar Chelsea TV studio: the fancy couch, the colorful walls, the exaggerated, sophisticated curtains, the big screen TV, the big “Chelsea TV” banner, all the self-promoting posters of the prim and proper princess she had been before. Chelsea walks in with her OCW Women’s Championship and a few people dressed in black.
“All clear, boys…”
Chelsea nods and the men in black begin to do their job… and that is to destroy the set. The big screen TV is the first to go with a sledgehammer right into the monitor. The curtains are being cut and torn to shreds by a pair of large, landscaping scissors, the couch is getting the stuffing ripped out of it completely, and Chelsea… no longer taking on the “princess” role, has traded in the dress, high heels and the exaggeratingly styled hair for a workout look consisting of a t-shirt, sweatpants and a pair of sneakers to go along with a ponytail and half of the makeup she’d usually apply to her face. Chelsea expresses her thoughts as the crew behind her continues to destroy a remnant of her past.
“I finally did it… I had the moment that I had long desired in OCW when I became a champion… and I did so by defeating Skye Hill at that. Say what you will about her, but in my book, she deserves to be recognized as an OCW Hall of Famer just for the fact that she was an undefeated women’s champion… that is… until I beat her. Think about that… 20 years ago, Skye Hill was the most dominant woman in OCW. Before Andrea Hernandez, before MJ Bell, before even Alice Knight… it was Skye Hill… and NOBODY could touch her… until I did what was the impossible… I handed her a loss. Me. I’m the one that did it. ME! And hell… I AM going to keep this championship because that moment for me is the greatest moment I’ve ever had in my OCW career… and definitely a win that I am going to look back on and say that THIS was the win that started the rise of my career! I came back for this tournament to redeem myself and show what I’m capable of and all it took was ONE match to do that!
“I hope you’re paying attention to this, Duce Jones. I never knew how you felt about me then, but I know you’re coming off of a high yourself. I know that beating Zybala was a HUGE deal for you… but I’m going to warn you right now that if you DARE overlook me because I’m such a ‘step down’ from Zybala, then you’re in for a reality check and it won’t be ME that they’re questioning, it’s going to be you. I can see the headlines now: DUCE PROVES HE’S NOT A VIABLE SINGLES STAR, LOSES TO CHELSEA!
That bugs you, doesn’t it? That all of your OCW success was in the tag team division? That has to be why you’re in this tournament yourself! You WANT to prove yourself as more than a tag team wrestler and I absolutely get it because I’m in that same boat and while you beat Zybala, I know that you look at me and you see me as an easy ticket to the semis, don’t you? I know you remember what I was… that disgrace to OCW… that was always in Andrea’s shadow… that never even got out of the starting gate. Well Duce… not only am I out of the starting gate… I became the one thing you have yet to be in OCW: A SINGLES CHAMPION!
You think you can just come in here and walk all over me just because I was that prim and proper princess that couldn’t wrestle to save her life, because all she cared about was being a TV star, because all she did was post the most garbage shit on the Shark Tank and highlighting all the goddamn drugs that I was on. But you won’t! Even if you beat me, I’m going to give you one of the biggest fights of your life because now more than anything Duce Jones… I WANT THIS! I WANT to be a wrestler now! My ADDICTION now is this business and being a success in it! This is my DREAM now, Duce… because professional wrestling is where I know I was meant to be! I am falling in love with this sport every single day and having my moment in OCW… at long last...by beating Skye Hill and becoming OCW Women’s Champion… that moment is going to stick with me forever…
...it’s going to motivate me to beat you and continue this ride! In my book, I’ve already won. This tournament, no matter what, is giving me everything I could ever want and need to be a successful star in this business. I entered this tournament a starving soul… and I’m guaranteed to leave it a champion… no matter when I leave it. You’re not taking my dream away from me… but Monday night? That’s what I’m doing to you… and I don’t need the glitz or the glamour to make it happen… I just need to be Chelsea… and there ain’t a damn thing wrong with that.
Chelsea looks around the old “Chelsea TV” set she used to film her OCW promos in and sees shattered windows, curtains in tatters, black paint splattered all over the place, old posters torn to shreds, red-colored graffiti all over the walls. She can only smile at this, knowing that she’s finally leaving that part of her past… in the past…
For good…
[STATIC OUT]