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Shattered Glass and Shattered Dreams; [ SD 34 ( 2 of 2 ) ]
Topic Started: Jul 26 2008, 03:44 PM (132 Views)
Tsalmavet
Dark Shadows
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Stumbling around, stepping over shattered glass, and shards that sparkle at the right angle...Broken glass stuck together by glued on labels, scatter across the kitchen floor. What looks to have either been one hell of a party, or a night of drinking turned bad, showcases in the Las Vegas condo. The smell of liquor reeks throughout the place, lingering in every room of the massive place. The sliding glass door, shattered, as the cool night time breeze flows freely inside.

My mind is cloudy, and my body feels no pain at this point. Weeks of abuse, has been taken away with hours of sloppy drinking. On the coffee table, a rippled designed bottle of golden brown bliss sits. Nearly empty, I grab it up, and open my big mouth. Like my foot in recent weeks, I insert. Downing the last, holding it there, as the final few drops land on my tongue, soaking my misery with a drunken rage. Quickly, I pull the bottle away, and throw it towards the sliding glass door, however, in my drunken stupor, I forgot I already destroyed it.

About fifteen seconds after it leaves my hand, and exits through the missing glass, you hear the sound of the bottle shatter on Vegas Strip a few feet from my window.

"YOU SELFISH BASTARDS!"

I scream out, still torn to pieces over my son. I cannot believe that heartless men, find joy in something so tainted, that they probably busted a nut or two, over their own cowardly acts.

"IS THIS WHAT YOU WANTED? DID YOU WANT TO SEE ME AT MY LOW? JUST TO SEE WHAT MENTAL PROBLEMS I TRY AND HIDE, DAY IN AND DAY OUT?"

I know my screams are displeasing to my neighbors, but at this point, I have one simple frame of mind. FUCK EVERYONE! I've been harassed by police, hounded by Paige, and stalked by my inner demons. I cannot focus, and seeing straight, yeah, that went out the window the minute I took the first swig of Crown Royal! I've been tampered with, like some high priced electronic at Best Buy, some punk ass kid, wanted me, but refused to pay the price. And for this, everyone else must suffer for what he has done. Ever wonder why prices raise from time to time, before the massive downward spiral of the economy? Blame it on the five finger discount theory...Everyone else pays for what you do, and sooner or later, you must receive judgement for your criminal acts.

However, this is not some court of the law. There is no jury of your peers, sitting, listening to your pleads for forgiveness, and your promises to never do it again. There will be no vote, and no man in a robe, will ask for the verdict. The sentencing phase will not be by some law book, and no district attorney will get you off with a slap on the wrist. Picture Iraq, and what happens to a thief there! Their hands are cut off, no questions asked. And everyone within a block of the sentencing, must watch the disgusting consequences you face!

Welcome to judgement in my courts of reality. I will not place criminal charges, for what you could payoff, to get off, would do nothing more than piss on my child, for what you have done. Instead, I would rather hunt you down, and make you pay for what you have done. What you did to him, most of all, and then, what you have done to me. The bitter end, won't be a golden road of triumph, but a dirt nap, and a ten bell salute that I will piss on!

"I tried to better myself. Each and everyday, I looked at my child, and saw what I needed to be, in order to raise him, to be someone better than me! Cheap flings were things of the past. I could not bring cheap women into my child's life. Letting him see women as some sort of slave, to a man's sexual needs. Besides, his mother would have not been to pleased with those types of actions on my behalf...

I put the bottle down, at the advice of a dear and near friend. She told me, drinking away life, will introduce my son in a life style that would have him finding escape in a bottle before he was legally able to drink. So I jumped into the AA meetings, and spoke out loud. Voicing how I wanted to this, not just for myself, but for my son. For I never want him to be anything like the shadow of his old man. They thanked me for speaking, some asked for autographs for their children, and told me how they admire that a man in my position would ask for help, just as them. I do not see anything special about me, other than my bank account, and my face being known world wide. I am mere flesh and blood like them. A cum stain in life's
fallopian tube, in search of an egg, so I can make an escape.

I left a group I started, a group that I made people fear! For my son needed not to think, that being some sort of thug, was cool. For it does not take a handful of guys, to handle what one can. So I thanked Moretti for his time, and then told him to kiss my ass. I paid for it, as they decided to make me some pinta, hoping candy would pour from my wounds. Like before I stated, flesh and blood, and all that escaped, was my blood. For them, I do not sweat, they have their own shadows of the past to worry about.

I walked the side of good, shaking hands, and kissing babies. I went from being hated, to being loved more than Stevo in a gay pride parade! And we all know, after what happen a few days before the last pay per view, GAYS LOVE STEVO! Mark that in your mental notebook of knowledge, that cowardly bastard will get his as well. I posed for pictures, and attended Make A Wish programs, giving my number two fan, because Trenton is number one, a chance to smile one last time...

HOWEVER! I am repaid by you doing this? I am greeted by a demon within, that with the help of medicine, I hid! A monster that seeks enjoyment, out of others' tears and blood. A demotic soul, that somehow became me, when I was in my youth days. You woke him, and then you feed him. Even though, the signs warned you otherwise, and the tour guide told you not too. Your ignorance got the best of you, and now, BEHOLD! Your blood, he seeks! A greedy man he is, but not for money, fame, and gold. But to see torture inflected on those who cross him, and for those who just stand in his way. A man who thrills himself off his own pain and suffering, just to know what others feel, when he does it to them.

How can you defeat a man, who smiles when his own blood trickles down his face, and moistens his tongue? How can you scare a man, who pokes at his own broken bones, to see if they can possibly hurt anymore then they already do? Is there a solution in beating a man, who's limits, you cannot reach? You've fucked yourself, and for this, souls must start suffering...

Night...We've battled once before. And we shared the same battlefield. I know your games, and I live in your dreams. When you wake up, you see my face, and when you fall to sleep, YOU STILL SEE THIS UGLY MUG! You consider what you have, to be dreams of destiny, guiding you to your next step in fate. However, the last time you saw me in your dreams, your fate was sidetracked, and your dream became a nightmare that scared you to death. We share no issues of hate, nor of love.

You are merely an object placed before me, daring me to showcase my demons. I never was one about exposing the truth, so I will take your dare. Inside the ring, don't worry about bringing your pillow and blanket. They one for you, at the local hospital. Don't worry, with morphine they will feed you...Your nightmares will end, and happy thoughts in your dreams, will start again. Don't worry, I'll make it slow and painful, so you can feel my agony as well. Besides, I need a sacrifice, to show Ross what awaits him. Sleep tight Night, for now, I sing you a lullaby!"

I hear a knocking on my door, as it makes me pause...I stumble my way to the door, opening it...Standing before me, a beauty unlike no other, with a tear in her eye, and a depressed look on her face. She walks right in, as I close my door. I turn to walk towards my living room, watching her every step. She stops, and I stumble to keep my balance. She turns and looks at me, with sorrow in her voice...She speaks to me...

"God damn you Travis! Look at this place, smell this place! I told you almost a month ago, that you had a problem with a bottle. It did not mean, to surround yourself with several. You're drunk, and destructive. And you damn near had the police out here tonight, I begged the place not to call them, that I would come and make you stop. You cannot go through life, drinking yourself into a grave, no matter what curve balls life has tossed over the plate at you!"

Faith Winchester looked eye to eye with me, as I could see the concern in her eyes. After our kiss at Showdown, I have not spoken to her. Maybe, she does care. But in my drunken mess, I lean in to kiss her, and I am shoved away.

"What in the fuck do you think you are doing? I came here as your friend Travis, not to help you exceed in your downward spiral of self destruction. But you know what, have at it! I wash my hands of you in this state. And I will not have another drunk put their hands on me, thinking I am their's for the taking!"

With that, she slaps me across the face...My face turns, and so does the friendship we share. She heads for the door, and opens it up. She stops and glances back at me, maybe expecting me to say something that would make her change her mind...However, my talking is done, and so is this...

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