Even though it had a couple weeks since going to visit Fergal, I was still feelings the emotions. It was as if a dark cloud was constantly looming over my head, and everyone around me could see its side effects. No longer as jovial and open as I had been in the past couple months, it became evident to friends and co-workers alike that I was not in a good place.
I did my best to not let it affect my performance, keeping my emotions strictly out of the ring. To help me out, friends like Pamela and Alyx carried me through matches and made sure I would be safe.
However, sleepless nights followed, causing a lack of motivation, causing less and less television time. This was something that I nor the fans could've imagined. The company proclaimed that I needed to seek some help; they just couldn't risk putting their talent into the ring with someone they considered to be...
unstable.
Although slightly exaggerated, I understood their views. However, I wished they knew the whole story, the reason behind the flashbacks, the sudden sessions of crying, the fear. Until then, I was suspended.
"Ms. Montoya?" A woman a couple years older than I opened the door to the next room over. Looking up from my phone, I pocketed it and approached her with a small smile; she smiled right back, "My name is Doctor Thompson, and I understand you have been directed towards me by your work."
My heart sank for a moment as I nodded and followed her into the room. So, this is what it has come to? Back to the therapy sessions, like I didn't get enough of that after leaving Japan.
"So, I've heard you haven't been doing too great recently. Can you tell me what's been going on?"
The feeling of a rock hitting my chest winded me, and I found it really hard to express my emotions. Words just couldn't justify how I was feeling and why I was feeling that way. My struggling seemed evident as the doctor sat up in her chair and cleared her throat.
"How about this: we take this step by step, tackle the problem one moment at a time?"
"Okay." I managed as I pulled a knee up to my chest for support.
She readjusted the glassed onto her face and situated the clipboard in her hand. Her pen clicked as I became a name on her list of clients. A chill ran down my spine as she cleared her voice once more.
"What's your name, age, and hometown?"
"Luna June Montoya. Twenty-nine years old. Sóller, Majorca, Spain."
"What is your job?"
"I am a professional wrestler for World Wrestling Entertainment."
"Who are some of your friends?"
"Alyx Matteo, Maximo and Elana Cortez, Pamela Martinez, Drew Hankinson, Chad Allegra."
"Have you been in any romantic relationships in the past?"
I suddenly felt cold and I clutched my knee tighter to my chest for support. The doctor noticed my reaction, seeming to write the notion down on the paper.
"Have you been in an abusive relationship in the past?"
The dam holding back the tears broke, causing many to fill and fall from my eyes. My body shook and I had a hard time breathing. A nod was my only response, trying very hard to get the tears to diminish.
"Was it an occurrence that happened regularly?"
"No..." I sniffled. I let you a deep breath, hoping it would give me the much needed confidence I seeked, "No, it-it was a one time thing."
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Face Your Demons
Fanfiction"Some days, I wish things turned out differently." He embraced his demons and became a legend. She ran away from hers in hopes of a better life. However, she learned you can't run away from your past, from your troubles. The demons come back, they a...
