Justice has been Found

The Car Ride

      "I guess here and now is a good place to explain your past to us."

    

      Oh Roman it just isn't that easy but I guess I'll do it anyways.

      "I was born in Davenport, Iowa on November 28, 1998. I had an older sister Rebeca Neldon and of course a mother and father. My parents were strange people. They injoyed learning about war and they collected guns and knives they also found antiques that where used as methods of torture. My parents were truly monsters. They always wanted to know how bad these things hurt people. One day they tested these methods on my sister and I. This soon became a normal thing, that's how they learned to release their stress.

       One day Rebeca decided to leave. She told me she was going to find help, going to find a better home for us. I begged her to let me go with her but she said no. She told me that if she wasn't back in a week then to run away or go find her. That's when it all started. The next day my parents stopped all the torture, everything. They would just yell at me and told me to never run away. They would hit me and push me but would never hurt me with the amount of pain they used to use.

       That's when I became miserable. It just didn't feel right. I got super depressed so one day I took a knife from my parents collection and started cutting. I just felt like feeling the pain was what was best for a scumbag like me. Then the pain started to become relief, it became my escape. One night my mom caught me cutting. She told me I was a worthless piece of trash and to leave her house, and it had also been a week so I had no problem I packed up the stuff I needed the next day, while they where at work and I left. I also packed more blades and knives.

       I was on a hunt to find my sister. Anywhere I could've gone I did. Then one day I stumbled across this place, an arena. That's when I discovered WWE. I started to watch and soon stopped cutting. While moving city to city and town to town I would help people with things and in exchange they would let me use their TV to watch WWE that night. I finally found this place. It seemed perfect.

       I stopped looking for my sister and started to work at getting into some sort of wrestling company, any company. I soon discovered Massachusetts Street Fighters, also known as MSF. I soon became a well known face in that company. I made sure they didn't know what my real name was so I used a fake name, Vee. I became very successful in that business and won the Street Fight Championship. I become to well known so I had to go back into hiding. My parents almost found me cause of that, one time they tried to show up at an event with a gun.

       When I went back into hiding I meet this girl and we became friends. We would watch WWE together but know since I'm kinda with you guys we won't be able to see eachother. So yeah that's really it."

       Dean looked at me. We were both sitting in the back seats. Roman in the drivers seat and Seth was next to him.

      "Do you ever cut anymore."

      "Honestly Dean, I do sometimes, but its only when I'm just supper depressed and please what ever you do, please don't try and get me any help. It only makes it worse."

       Seth seemed the most shocked of all. I noticed we were parked in a parking lot. We were next to a very large building. The mall. We all got out of the car. Dean was walking to my left, Roman behind me, and Seth to my right. Right before we went in the Mall, Seth put his arm around my shoulders and whispered in my ear,

       "Now is the time to start a new begging."

       I knew he meant that in more of a way than just buying clothes.