"I tend to lose control when I'm consumed by someone and you are not someone. That, my dear, makes you the most vulnerable yet dangerous as well. You're a sweet creature, a sweet sweet creature..."
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10 MAY 2018 - #4 ELIAS SAMSON
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"And it hurts the way it hurts because most of us don't know a softer way to bleed." RM Drake
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I felt tears consume me as I crawled behind one of the equipment boxes wanting to hide from the cameras I had signed up for.
I wasn't sure why I agreed to it. I figured it would be fun, but it wasn't at all. It was just a pressure, I had enough pressures in my life. I had always felt I was different for being blatantly honest about my life but how could I be if I held a secret for so long. Yet, there were reminders everywhere and letting it out was just an excuse to break. I didn't like the feeling of breaking, breaking was the art of weakness. Breaking wasn't in our blood, my dad would say.
But clearly he didn't know his foolish little girl, she always ran to the things that would only cause her pure harm. She hated the things that allowed her to feel safe, safety was for the weak in her eyes. Yet life always had a way of showing her, reminding her that her views were wrong. But did she listen? Never!
So here I was, alone, alone because I pushed everyone away because of a man I fell in love with. A man my best friend hadn't been keen on, a man who told me how now that she had a Beast what use did she have for the life of the party.
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I tried to hurt the Beast, the only way I knew how, I reminded him about the difference between them. She was the young, hurt woman and he was a destroyer who didn't deserve her, I never truly thought that way but I knew the words would hurt when its what most thought. I tried to hurt her as well by targeting each of them. I saw the hurt in his eyes that could only be there when it came to her. The Beast's weakness was his wife, McKenzie, the entire world knew that.
Bray Wyatt sought to expose it and the Beast declared his wife as his biggest fuel to reek havoc. I wanted love like that, I wanted the viscous love where you'd feel safe and I thought I found it in the man who was trouble for the bosses. But all I was, was a means to be used by him. So now that Alberto finally shacked up with Charlotte yet again, where was I? Trying to find a moment to myself in the chaos.
