Post by Jason Phoenix on Jan 15, 2011 22:38:28 GMT -5
July 12, 2003
Well, it’s finally the end of the school year. I managed to survive this Hell hole. But they tell me I can’t come back. They won’t call it expulsion because then everyone would have to take time out of their busy schedules to fill out all the paper work and file reports and stuff. So they “ask” me not to come back, which is really them saying if we see you here again, we’ll have security on you so fast you won’t know what hit you. But, you know what, I’m glad I don’t have to go back. It was torture. The only good thing that came out of me going to Pine Groves Academy was that it helped me become a better fighter. At least toward the end of the year douche bags realized who was gonna win in a fight, so I got left alone for a while. I’ve been writing to Chloe a lot, cause they won’t let us use the phones here, and she seems to be doing well. I haven’t seen her in months. It’s torture. The one good thing that ever happened to me, and they take it away, just like that. I feel like I’m in a run-down jail where all they provide inmates with is a piece of paper and a dull pencil. So I write to her, and she always responds. I haven’t told her I love her yet…but I want to. The truth is, I’ve never loved anyone, or anything as much as I do Chloe. At least once I get out of this prison I’ll get to see her whenever I want. It’ll just be me and her, no one else, no outside distractions. Just us.
January 10, 2011
I won. But not just that, I’ve won twice, in a row. Maybe that first loss was just a fluke. It was my first time ever fighting a pro, ever fighting in a ring. But now it seems like I got the hang of things around here. I knew I could handle it. Those other guys don’t stand a chance. I came to Pride so I could release all this anger I have, all this hate toward the world. All my life I’ve been pushed around, and then when I got bigger, more guys came trying to start shit, but I always put them in their place. And with Pride, it’s the same thing; guys come at me, and I strike them down. I’ve been fighting all my life, and now not only do I get to do it without any consequences, but I get rewarded for it. Who could ask for anything better? I think I’ll stick around here for a while.
The broad figure of Luke Haven is seen entering his small apartment. He walks through the door with bags of groceries in hand calling out Chloe’s name.
“Chloe” Yells Luke, “Chloe? Chloe where are you?”
Luke walks to the dark kitchen to put down the bags where he sees an old small shoebox sitting on the kitchen table, with a piece of folded paper placed on top. Luke goes over and picks up the strange paper, unfolds it, and begins to read.
January 12, 2011
Luke, I sent you a note saying we needed to talk, but you never responded, you never came home, so I’m leaving this in hopes that you will read it. I was unpacking a few more boxes, and I found this old shoebox. How could you Luke? After all we’ve been through? How could you sleep with all those women? I trusted you, I loved you! And all this time you’ve been sleeping around with dumb sluts?! I have been by your side for the last eight years, and this is what you’ve been doing when I’m not around? I can’t believe it! I just don’t understand why. Why you needed all of those girls. Why I wasn’t enough for you. I’m done Luke. I moved up here with you to help you out and to be with you, but after all this…I just can’t. I’m moving back to Leighton. Goodbye Luke Haven, goodbye forever.
Chloe
Luke slowly crumbles the letter in his hand, and suddenly wrenches his head upward and unleashes a blood curdling scream. He begins to throw chairs and pots and pans, anything he can get his hand on. He smashes the shoebox to the floor, sending small slips of cheap perfumed scented paper flying. He falls to his knees and grabs a kitchen knife sitting near him caused by his destruction. His head facing down, eyes shut tight, a single tear falls to the ground. Luke brings the knife slowly to his wrist. Blood.