>>18975229Placing the bottle of champagne on the table Amy ripped off the ribbons and the gift tag with Steeli's name printed on it and dropped it all into the trashcan. For a moment, Holly Hope-Again stares at the girl who she'd once have called a friend, eyes searching for some kind of ploy. Ever since she'd eaten the pin, once again losing on the grandest stage of all, she'd retreated into the dark and the dankness of the locker room. To a dimmed room with no lights, with no sound, excepting the noise that played over and over again with her own head. Doubts and frustrations, questions as to why she even kept trying. It was evident that she'd peaked, and was brought out time and time again to feed the appetites of more talented and more skilled wrestlers. She wasn't God's gift, she wasn't some prodigy or golden child. She was a fraud. She'd been a fraud for years.
Sitting on the stool, she slowly took to unwrapping her hands, the bloodied bandages falling to the ground. And as that action took place in the otherwise silent room, Holly forced herself to speak.
>"I don't know what you want me to say... I..."Suddenly, violently, she struck her leg.
>"FUCK"The anger assisted in keeping the tears from welling up at least. All of those negative emotions could be channeled into rage.
>"Why the FUCK do I keep doing this, Amy?"Amy popped the cork on the bottle, it hit the ceiling putting a small dent in one of the aged ceiling tiles then ricocheted somewhere out of sight, out of habit she went to take a swig straight from the bottle but hesitated and instead placed it at The Alpha's feet.