Apex Killer Death-Angel
Posts : 234
Join date : 2011-03-02
Age : 104
Location : Hell
Wrestler Stats
IWF Record: "The crime is life, the sentence is death!"
Alignment: In Between
 |  Subject: Not Rememebering Shit  Mon Jun 13, 2011 10:43 pm | |
| My mind began circulating rapidly as an assortment of thoughts raced throughout the farthest regions of my memory, blinding me from the big picture. I had a problem, a highly serious, out-of-control addiction that had begun tormenting me. It was there when I slept, when I ate, when I wrestled; hell, it was there when I made love to my wife. I was never safe, regardless of what I was doing, it was always there mocking me at every turn. That is where I am now: bailed out of prison, lying on the couch, eyes glued to the ceiling, counting every single plastered dot above me. That was what I was reduced to, a memory-drained nutcase who wouldn't quit - not even for his wife. As I stared up at the ceiling, all I could picture in my head was those two cards that were supposed to somehow motivate me; instead, they pushed me farther down a tunnel of despair and blindness. Somehow, the memories were returning to me, and I was trying to pick up the pieces, putting them in place, constructing the puzzle. Why?
"You're awake," I could hear her say, grabbing my attention as her face blocked my view of the ceiling, her immortal glare casting down a feeling of false hope. She was okay.
"Yes, I am," my simple reply was nothing like the complex mystery that had surrounded me, blessing me in its abnormal curse.
"I'm just glad you're okay. Even if you couldn't save yourself," it pained her, like all of the obstacles we had endured together, things always got worse before they got better. My inability to just say 'no' constantly left me in a state of humble guilt.
"What happened to me?" I asked her, with my head still rested on the arm of the couch, while she looked down at me, her face radiating some sort of unearthly pollen, like the heavenly angel she was.
"Let's see..." she began, trying to think back, "well after Zero bailed me out, we both waited for you to get home. When you didn't well, we were a bit worried. We called your cell and you were stoned in a casino, of all things!"
Memories began to resurface in the cluster of broken thoughts: my mind. Somehow, things did seem familiar. Oddly, within an instant, I was beginning to put things into perspective. It was like a jigsaw puzzle, only it was expanding, like it was a puzzle of the universe - there was no edge to this infinity. No combination that could fit everything, for there was no end. As soon as I found a piece and put it in place, two more would just appear. Forever.
"I think I know the rest. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have--" but she interrupted me.
"I doubt you know the rest, all I know is from what I found on your cell phone," her eyes peered over to the coffee table near the couch where my phone was positioned, "it's all on there," she replied.
I went for it, but being in my rather fatigued, broken-minded state, I was too slow, and May was easily able to grab the phone before I could get to it, "oh no, you don't," she said, "figure it out on your own."
"Give me a break," I said, resting my head back down.
"There's no easy way out for you this week. Do you even have any idea who you're facing this on Thursday?" she asked me, talking quite sternly.
"Who?" I asked her.
"Stevie and Adrian in a triple threat. How do you like that? The champion and one of the fastest-rising stars on the planet against you in the same match," this was just not my week.
"Ugh, I'll find a way to win," I said, closing my eyes.
"We'll see. Anyway, just try to think back, Angel. Think back to what happened."
"I have a rough idea," I replied, "I just wish you would let me have one more pill."
"Are you serious?" she asked me, "Angel, they say if you take one more pill you're done, and that's your third strike, is that what you want?"
"My memory is--"
"Just think back," she instructed, "just try."
"Fine," I said, closing my eyes, trying to think back to what I had done. Trying to remember that which had caused me so much trouble for so long. It was awhile before I could remember anything, but then, right on cue, I began to feel something - almost like a surreal high. My thoughts began to race even more rapidly, going a mile-a-minute until I was eventually lost, unable to wake. Like a dream - a lucid dream.
And then, I fell.
My eyes opened and before my very eyes I could see a large building with glass walls, allowing me to see its inner-structure. It was classy, yet not exclusive - it was a casino. People were moving in and out of the grand complex every second, and I was one of them. My right foot moved forward, and my left followed it, as I walked swiftly into the building.
People played. Cards were dealt, chips were stacked, slots machines were slotted - okay, that last one doesn't make sense, but you know what I meant. The lights, the sounds, everything, all so unreal. The only question was - why was I here? Or there.
For some weird reason I began to feel a tingly sensation - it seemed familiar. Like a craving of some sort. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out the one thing I had promised May I would stop taking - Xed. I had no control over my body as I watched myself pop the pills, one after the other, swallowing about ten, and the popping more into my mouth. It was the most I had ever consumed.
And there I stayed. For 3 days in the casino hotel.
"Hello?! I'm in the middle of playing cards here," I remembered myself saying, answering my cell phone in the middle of a poker game.
"Angel, where the hell are you?" it was May, right on cue.
"At a casino... I check!"
"Angel, go home!" I could remember her saying, then I could see it, ending the call and recording myself play - looking down at my hand: Ace Ten.
"I'm all in," the player opposite to me said, pushing his chips into the middle. Simply, I called, putting myself all-in. Two more players called.
And the flop... A, A, J. I had flopped three of a kind. And the turn... 10. I had a full house. That was it. And the river... J. "Full house," I happily said, flipping over my two cards.
"Four of a kind," replied the man who had put me all-in, revealing pocket Jacks.
It was at that moment, deep down, I realized something. Although my memory was very confusing and bleak, there was something that hit me like a tonne of bricks. Those two cards - my addiction - was not the be-all end-all in the world, and there were better things. And then, I could hear something, something I didn't notice the last time - or at least, to the same degree.
I walked past a bathroom, still rather high, only to feel a sticky substance on my foot. It was red. Thick. Smelled like... blood. It was. And someone's cries for help, "Ugh!" and of course, my response, "what are you - constipated?" And only now did it actually occur to me something was wrong in that casino.
As I barely managed to walk ahead, I nearly tripped and fell numerous times, only to eventually make my way back to my car, phone still in-hand, recording everything. And then, of course, being pulled over.
My addiction was, at long last, removed. My eyes opened, and I continued to stare up at the white dots on the ceiling, eyeing them carefully - no longer did I crave anything, for I was free. Finally.
"I take it you remembered it then," May said, re-entering the room. I sat up slowly, gazing into her eyes, trying to see into her soul.
"Something happened at that casino, May. You knew it and you didn't tell me," I was referring to the trail of blood and the cries for help echoing from out of the bathroom.
"I know," she simply replied, handing me my phone, "I take it you want to check it out."
"How did you know?" I asked her.
"I had a feeling - things sure get boring when you're not going after someone or something. Thank you, though - you did manage to quit."
"There are something's, May, that are more important than feeling good. And remember, I have more than pills now; I'm feeling great, I mean, I can win that World Championship at anytime I choose," I told her, gazing into her eyes.
"Oh yes, a delayed congratulations," May sarcastically said, sticking her tongue out at me.
"Okay, okay. Sorry for... not helping you. It's just..." before I could finish, she placed her index finger over my lips.
"That's all I needed. How about we have a party in two days," May asked me, turning her head to where my Tournament trophy was positioned, standing against the wall.
"That sounds," I began, standing up, embracing my wife with open arms, "lovely."
"Good," she replied.
"There is just one thing," I said, scrolling through my phone's video, looking through the most recent one I had taken while in the casino, "I have a job to do."
We broke apart and stared at each other, looking in awe, finding hope in a world filled with mindless addictions and insecurities. There we stood, together.
"I wouldn't have it any other way." | |
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