~ Cereal drowns in milk,therefore milk is a cereal killer~
* Trigger warning *
Rosen
"She's still here Sunshine, you just gotta believe it"
Her words played repeatedly in my head like a broken record. Everytime I heard them, a shiver wracked through my body like a wave. I'm still trying to comprehend the words and at moments, why I even told her but then I eventually admit to myself that I'm glad I did. And that is something I never thought I would be thankful for.
I was also surprised by her words that she told me. The loss of her father. I realised I don't really know anything about this girl. She seems to be the happiest person alive but I know that the loss of a loved one can send you into a state of depression for a lifetime. And she definitely seemed close to her father.
"Rosen c'mon, your up" I looked up at the sound of my name being called. Noah and Landon were standing in the door of the dressing rooms with an expectant look. I nodded my head and quickly tied a knot at the end of the wrap around my hands. I stood up and walked towards them, grabbing my mask of Landon and pulling it over my head.
"Up next in the Graveyard arena, we have Blade!" I heard the crowd cheer for my components name. He sauntered out, roaring and throwing his fist at the crowd which sent them into a blazing rage.
"Fighting Blade tonight, we have a personal favourite, Sinister!"
The crowd fell silent.
I walked out with my head hung low, Landon and Noah trailing quietly behind. Not a sinner in the room dared to raise their heads as they stared at their feet with respect. This action is the only time in my life I am ever respected for being myself. Call me egotistical, but I'm never letting this part of my life go.
I walked up to the ring, the sound of Noah and Landon's feet were in sync with how my bare feet padded against the cold floor. Once I reached the ring I climbed through the ropes and walked up to the referee who stood, staring at me. He nodded his head once and I returned the gesture.
I turned my attention to my component. He stood proud and smug and instantly knew I was knocking him out in the first round. I don't like smug in the ring. It's respect from both sides. And maybe just a tad bit on anger.
But just a tad.
The ref read out all the usual bullshit though neither me or 'blade' were listening as we just continued to stare each other down. Everything around us was a muffled sound until the loud shriek of the bell echoed through our ears. I stepped back slightly as a smirk crept onto his face. I got in position as did he and we began.
Let's roll
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I dropped my head into the sink so I could splash water against it. I rubbed the cool liquid over my face to get rid of any blood that didn't belong to me, but hissed when I brushed over the new scars that add to my collection.
I raised my head and looked into the dirty and cracked mirror. I stated at my reflection is disgust. A reminder of why I wear the hood and nothing can change the monster in the mirror. I turned off the tap and flicked my hands into the sink. I walked over and grabbed my hoodie, pulling it Iver my head then throwing my gym bag over my shoulder. I walked out the door and flicked off the lights, seeing Landon at the metal door, I walked towards him.
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