Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2019 17:00:12 GMT -6
She ran into the locker room and slammed the door behind her. She went directly to the restroom and locked herself in.
Humiliated.
Fucking humilated.
She was breathing heavy from running all the way back from the arena in conjunction with the fact that she was being hit with the biggest anxiety attack she had ever had in her life, period.
She squatted down for a moment, trying to catch her breath. The referee’s shirt still over her head as she forced herself to calm down. To get it under control.
She slowly stood up and looked at herself in the mirror. She slowly pulled off the shirt that covered her head. Her face was bright red. There were patches of hair still on her head. Tears streaming down her face. She started to shake again as she reached for a wooden chair and smashed the window in front of her and then just pummelled the chair onto the ground, smashing it into pieces until all that was left in her hands was the back of it.
There was a timid knock on the door and a female voice, “Everything okay in there?”
Jansen screamed and threw the rest of the chair at the door and screamed, “Leave me the fuck alone!”
There was no further inquiries, as she looked up into the broken mirror seeing the fractured fragments of her current image.
This was not part of the plan. Everything else was falling into place, but this… this was not part of it. She
She secured that shirt onto her head and she walked to the door and took a deep breath before opening and seeing no one about, she quickly went to retrieve her things and without showering or changing, she left the Pepsi Arena, hoping not to be seen by anyone.
She got back to her place a short time later and locked the door behind her as she went immediately to her bathroom and removed the cover over her head and once again inspected what was left. She signed as she turned on the water and waited for it to get hot before reaching for her razor.
She shot off her tweet, telling Mack she wanted to fight Banter then she tried to go to bed. Her night was restless. It felt weird. Not at all comforting. The night replayed over and over in her head obsessively. She would occasionally glance at her clock and maybe ten minutes had passed, maybe just one. She finally sat up and reached for her tablet, pulling up the Stanton app and turned on the show and started from the beginning.
By the time the show was over, the light was coming into her window meaning day had come and she hadn’t slept a wink. She walked into the bathroom and nearly pissed herself as an unfamiliar face greeted her in the mirror. It was going to be one of those days.
She wants to work out, but she’s not going to the gym looking like this. Fuck that. She looked through her drawers, her closet. She found a winter cap and placed it over her head. She walked to the mirror and shrugged. It was the best she could do to cover up her embarrassment.
She walked over and sat on her bed, she wasn’t sure what she was going to do now. She had set all of this in motion and now she was going to get jeered and taunted for having a bald head. She wondered what her uncle would do in a situation like this.
Then something clicked.
She got up and went to her closet and pulled out a box of old VHS tapes and began to dig through them. She pulled out out and went over to turn on her TV and slipped the tape into her ancient VHS player and as the tape played, she realized exactly what she needed to do.
Humiliated.
Fucking humilated.
She was breathing heavy from running all the way back from the arena in conjunction with the fact that she was being hit with the biggest anxiety attack she had ever had in her life, period.
She squatted down for a moment, trying to catch her breath. The referee’s shirt still over her head as she forced herself to calm down. To get it under control.
She slowly stood up and looked at herself in the mirror. She slowly pulled off the shirt that covered her head. Her face was bright red. There were patches of hair still on her head. Tears streaming down her face. She started to shake again as she reached for a wooden chair and smashed the window in front of her and then just pummelled the chair onto the ground, smashing it into pieces until all that was left in her hands was the back of it.
There was a timid knock on the door and a female voice, “Everything okay in there?”
Jansen screamed and threw the rest of the chair at the door and screamed, “Leave me the fuck alone!”
There was no further inquiries, as she looked up into the broken mirror seeing the fractured fragments of her current image.
This was not part of the plan. Everything else was falling into place, but this… this was not part of it. She
She secured that shirt onto her head and she walked to the door and took a deep breath before opening and seeing no one about, she quickly went to retrieve her things and without showering or changing, she left the Pepsi Arena, hoping not to be seen by anyone.
She got back to her place a short time later and locked the door behind her as she went immediately to her bathroom and removed the cover over her head and once again inspected what was left. She signed as she turned on the water and waited for it to get hot before reaching for her razor.
She shot off her tweet, telling Mack she wanted to fight Banter then she tried to go to bed. Her night was restless. It felt weird. Not at all comforting. The night replayed over and over in her head obsessively. She would occasionally glance at her clock and maybe ten minutes had passed, maybe just one. She finally sat up and reached for her tablet, pulling up the Stanton app and turned on the show and started from the beginning.
By the time the show was over, the light was coming into her window meaning day had come and she hadn’t slept a wink. She walked into the bathroom and nearly pissed herself as an unfamiliar face greeted her in the mirror. It was going to be one of those days.
She wants to work out, but she’s not going to the gym looking like this. Fuck that. She looked through her drawers, her closet. She found a winter cap and placed it over her head. She walked to the mirror and shrugged. It was the best she could do to cover up her embarrassment.
She walked over and sat on her bed, she wasn’t sure what she was going to do now. She had set all of this in motion and now she was going to get jeered and taunted for having a bald head. She wondered what her uncle would do in a situation like this.
Then something clicked.
She got up and went to her closet and pulled out a box of old VHS tapes and began to dig through them. She pulled out out and went over to turn on her TV and slipped the tape into her ancient VHS player and as the tape played, she realized exactly what she needed to do.
