Post by sweetroxy on Nov 9, 2018 8:08:15 GMT
A young mind is easy to test, especially when it’s placed in a situation that it never encountered before. It is ignorant and shallow, and it’s a rarity that a person who has never experienced much of life would already know what the right decision is to choose and actually follow through with the “correct” path. Love is one of them. When you speak of love, whether young or old, it blinds our critical thinking and leads us to choose what’s in our hearts even when we’re fully aware that we’re choosing wrong.
“You asked to meet me?” Rosanna looks at the clock at the hallway of their school building. It was almost six o’clock, and everyone else had gone home. Everyone except her and another boy she considered for the longest time a classmate, at most a close friend.
“Y-yeah…” The boy scratched his head through his brunette hair.
“Y-yeah…” The boy scratched his head through his brunette hair.
“I have to leave soon, Henry.” Rosanna was about two feet away from him, and yet she could hear his heartbeat. It was fast. He was nervous and having jitters, and she didn’t know exactly what for. “Out with it already”
Henry Stinson is a young genius in his class. Straight A student. Has passion for music. An athlete in the Tennis Club. And a good-looking young man overall who seems to have life figured out at the age of 16, the same age as Rosanna. He could get any girl, but it was only Rosanna that made him nervous whenever she’d approach.
“I…” Henry started. He was stammering. “I really like you, Roxy… Go out with me to dinner on Friday?”
It suddenly made sense to Rosanna why this guy was nervous and acted like his life was on the line… because it was, or at least that’s how it felt to him. He has been in love with her for God knows how long. Asking a girl out is a huge step for him… he is a decent guy, with decent friends, and girls like him.
Rosanna takes a deep breath.
“Henry…” She smiles. She could see his eyes light up.
“... I think you’re great”
The lit up eyes started to have a worried look.
“But…”
Rosanna could see it. She could see that she has made her first strike in wounding the boy’s heart.
“I think we should be friends”
But she doesn’t care. She feels nothing. She finds him pathetic. He makes her sick to her stomach that he wasted her time like this.
“The truth is…”
Rosanna looks at him the entire time, with that smirk on her face that resembled her Mother’s. There might have been a future if she was an ordinary girl, but this was not the case. She is destined for better things than being a “girlfriend” to some guy who would just control and suffocate her in time. She refuses to be tied down.
“I like someone else”
But there was no one else. She just wanted to spite him. She will lie. She will steal. She will conspire. Just to hurt others… for nothing except her amusement. She simply worships chaos.
Henry froze. Rosanna appeared so nice, the type of girl who would give him a chance. And now she’s walking away… it’s becoming more apparent that she feels nothing as he watches the breeze touch her flowing blonde hair. She didn’t look back. She didn’t apologize. She just walked away.
His emotions have blinded his judgment. His feelings of affection poisoned his mind. The young mind is easy to test, and Henry’s mind has failed it. He had his first dose of rejection, and it would be too late to realize later on, after the recovering process, after he had gotten older that he chose wrong.
~ x ~
“Why do I insist on doing all of this myself?” Rosanna sits comfortably on her bed as she looks at the big bag sitting in front of her in her home in Nevada. Her bare feet rest on the floor and the palm at her hands tapping the soft fabric of her blanket like one does the surface of a wooden table. “I really should get an agent for this... or a butler”
It was letter on top of letter within sealed envelopes that were in the bag, all of which Rosanna could already assume what they contain. Some of the letters would be from young girls who would write to her, thanking her for being an inspiration and for doing well on TV, some of them would be from her stalkers and admirers containing a “joking” declaration of love. Others would be from no-names who have ideas on how Rosanna should dress and how she should act to make her performance better as if this were a circus act. Normally, Rosanna would just laugh off these comments ranging from marriage proposals to death threats, but when you receive so many fan letters in a day, including emails, it would easily bore you that you’d put reading them off for another day until you don’t read them at all.
“This is my life now. Working in three different companies have earned me fans all over the World that I don’t even want, but I suppose I don’t blame them from treating my words holy. They cling to my journey like weak parasites clinging to a host hoping they could draw a glimpse of strength in my fruitful career filled with opportunities because it’s the only way they could bring any meaning to their mundane uninspired lives. I hate them. I hate their sweat on my soft skin when they try to hold my arm when I walk down the street. I hate their commoner stench getting on my expensive clothes and their breath on my face when I listen to them speak. And the most pitiful thing that they can ever do is to assume that I’m playing a silly persona when I present myself to the world, like a celebrity playing the role of their character when they come out of the curtain and read their scripts.”
“I feel nothing for them like I feel nothing for those I face in the ring. They are different faces and different names but the same types of people that try to take over when they know they will never be in control. I decide where the course of my career is going to turn, and because of my proven greatness, title opportunities fall into my hands so easily… They can tell that Sweet Roxy is the future of any Wrestling industry that she steps in, they know that she is not only bulletproof, but she will deflect any attack so it comes back to you and shoots you between the eyes. That’s how powerful I am as the Queen’s Reincarnation, and not a single force in this company can stop the trueborn Champion from taking the trinket that you hold so dearly on your shoulder, as I take it for myself and make it my own. And my biggest challenge so far? A couple of obnoxious sasquatch-looking shemales struggling to shine from the crowd. I feel bad for them for not having half the brain to bring the attention to their direction as individuals, that it’s not even enough when they join forces. I feel bad that they have to crawl to each other in their miserable lives in order to find strength as partners. And most of all, I feel bad that such inferior athletes will have to know what it’s like to be obliterated by the Devil Spawn in a matter of a few days to the point where they would question their career choices. I don’t know how Kayla feels about me and I’m past the point of finding out, but I do know that she is willing to jump in for the kill the first chance she gets because she’s the type of girl who has so much to prove in an evolving business, and just like me, she is ready to snap your spines to get what she wants, but in the end you will see that she is the least of your concern when I grab you by the throat and make you squeak. You can parade yourselves as a big deal in front of the spectators, but the way I see it, the Wolfegang Symphony haven’t found their rhythm. They’re like parrots gawking and repeating what humans say in their most annoying way, and one thing I have learned is just because you are loud doesn’t make you smart. You have strummed your last chord, and by the time Kayla and I are done with you, you’ll be back to where you started… struggling for attention, seeking redemption that will never come… miserable… directionless… empty-handed.”
Rosanna smiles as she pushes away the bag of envelopes with her leg.
“This is my life now… I elevate my career, I confirm my greatness… And just like the rest of them who seeks to be part of my amazing life... all you can do is watch”
Rosanna stands up from the bed. She adjusts her skirt and starts to walk away.
~ x ~