O My Young Sister, I Cry For You
Dec 29, 2022 13:00:44 GMT -5
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Post by Alice Gemini on Dec 29, 2022 13:00:44 GMT -5
“You crave chaos. You're happiest when the world is in an uproar. You thrive on madness. Even when your magic is at its best when it's the catalyst to confusion. You still can't admit this?” Alice leans her back on the railing of her new porch where she can enjoy the blue glow of her swimming pool. She has her head pointed straight up as she watches the night sky filled with millions of beautiful stars. In her hand is her phone that’s on the call screen of the number that she was given by that strange woman. She brings her head back down and her gaze back to her phone. She hovers her thumb over the green call button but can’t bring herself to push it. I’m not scared of anything so why can’t I just call this number? She slowly slides down to her bottom and clutches her knees. The light of her phone still made her face glow and she grinds her teeth while fighting her emotions that are trying to overflow. The scene quickly flashes back to when Alice watched her older sister walk out of her bedroom with her yellow backpack. The last time she saw her, a moment in time that still haunts her. Little Alice continues to stare at her closed bedroom door and all she hears is the constant screaming of her parents. Minutes passed with unending screaming and Alice not moving an inch thinking her sister was going to be back any second. Suddenly the screaming finally comes to an end but is now replaced with loud stomping that’s growing louder and louder. Alice in a panic jumps off of her bed and slides underneath to hide. Her door swings open with her father shouting “ALICE!” She covers her mouth with both of her hands and many tears roll down her face through her fingers. “Alice, daddy just wants to talk okay? Don’t make me pull you out 'cause you ain’t gonna like what happens.” Alice removes her hands from her mouth and exhales from her nose. She furrowed her eyebrows and clenches her fists and sternly says to him “GO AWAY” Her father mumbles to himself under his breath and she can’t make out what was said but it frightened her to her core. Next, something that has stuck in her mind since this moment, and it’s scarred her every day. Her father bends down to look under the bed and makes direct eye contact with her. His pupils are dilated, red, and wide open and this image of her own father was the scariest moment in her entire life. Nothing would ever come close to this. The scene flashes away and back to Alice sitting on the porch. She finally breaks after remembering that and the tears fall down her face the same way they did under that bed. She pulls up the sleeve of her black sweater and wipes her tears away. She returns to her feet and turns her phone off and marches off the porch and back into her room where she sits on the edge of her bed. She peers up at her new wall-mounted tv right in front of her and sees her reflection in the dark. Your sister doesn’t love you anyway. She abandoned you for fucks sake, who does that to someone they supposedly love? Just let it go, let her go… Jill Park. For such a frail ego you sure do talk an incredible amount of shit. Maybe you have the right to talk your shit and just maybe some of what you say is a nice little burn… if it were anyone else you were spewing it at. Now you see, I’m Alice Gemini and I don’t get offended by anything you or anyone else says. I’m the one who offends, Jill and from the looks of it I’ve secretly gotten under your skin haven’t I? You would never admit it in a thousand years because your pride is on another level. Because of your 2022 and everything you managed to accomplish now you think that you’re an unstoppable force who thinks that they’re just gonna walk through everyone, through ME. Allow me to let you in on a little insider secret, babe. No one fucking walks through me. These last few weeks you’ve told yourself plenty of lies about how I only attacked you cause I’m a coward or whatever but do you really think that I attacked you just because? I know you’re blonde Jill but do you really have to live up to the stereotype of being blonde AND a dumb fuck? I’m the Queen of Manipulation and everything I’ve wanted to happen has happened and you’re seriously too blinded by the light to even see that. You’re so high and mighty right now that just simply attacking you which was already satisfying by itself but seeing you try your absolute hardest to not break down like Serenity after being forced to relinquish the Women's championship was truly something to behold. You don’t want to embarrass yourself or give me the reaction I want because then you know that will show that I’ve gotten in your head but, I already see the cracks in that wimpy little exterior and I’m gonna jump on that weakness as much as I possibly can. You’re nothing but a prissy, basic, little cunt. You believe with your heart of hearts that you’re the draw is actually hilarious to me. To be The Draw you have to have people actually want to pay to see you. The only people that actively want to watch you are the coomers that post themselves jerking off to your pictures on Pornhub. Outside of them, no one wants to see your twiggy little figure slither around the ring. Now ME, that’s a different story. Win or Lose people pay to see me because I’m that gothic bitch. I can’t tell you enough how many messages I get on Twitter from men and women about them wanting me to step on them. Unlike you, I actually receive fan messages too that can be light-hearted and sweet about how I’m an inspiration or whatever else gross shit. You could even call me a liar and that my T-shirt sales aren’t way higher than yours but we both know that they are, Jilly. No one wants to parade around wearing a shirt with the blonde version of Jacob from Twilight on it trying her best to pop her nonexistent hips. The scene flashes away again to another memory. Alice and her sister Victoria jump on a brand new Trampoline they had asked to get for Christmas and it was their one combined present that year. Alice bounced as high as she could and hit the meanest cutter you’ll ever see a small child hit on another child. Victoria bounces off the trampoline and laughs as Alice goes for the pin! 1! 2! 3!!! Alice hops up in the excitement and grabs her homemade paper wrestling championship belt and raises it to the sky. “AND NEW Gemini Sisters World Champion! Alice “The Bad Girl” Gemini!!!” Victoria sits up and leans on the netting of the trampoline with the biggest smile. “Maybe the nickname could use some work” She laughs with her smile so wide that her eyes close. “Don’t worry, I’ll figure it out once I’m bigger and this paper thing is the real deal.” Alice continues jumping up and down while holding the paper title over her head. The scene cuts back to Alice staring at herself in the reflection of her tv with a very slight smile. She turns her phone back on and looks at the number one more time and finally decides to call. The ringing seems like it goes on forever and with each ring, her heart beats faster. “Victoria Scorpio. Talk.” Alice wasn’t prepared for her to answer and she freezes up. A second of silence felt like hours as she can’t get any words out. “I said talk. Who is this?” “It’s Alice, Victoria…” She’s finally able to barely get out in almost a mumble. Another moment of silence between them as it’s Victoria now who can’t come up with anything to say. “Ah… I was hoping you’d call. I didn’t see you at that show I had invited you to and assumed I wasn’t gonna hear from you either.” “Yeah, I just didn’t trust you to be honest. Still don’t and I’m still uncertain if you’re who I think you are, Victoria ‘Scorpio’” “I was born in November, makes more sense don’t ya think?” “So you are-” “Yeah, I’m your sister. I’ve been waiting for this for so long which is why I wanted you to come to that show while I was still in Chicago but-” “I hate you.” Another loud silence greets the both of them. Alice begins grinding her teeth again out of anger. “I’m sorry you feel that way. I never meant to bring you pain and you know that. I had to do what was best for me at that time and I would’ve died alongside mom had I stayed. Whether you believe me or not, it doesn’t matter because-” “You’ve convinced yourself that was the best option. That’s what it was huh? You LEFT me alone with him because you were fucking afraid and yet I stayed here for many more years toughing out all the beatings and mental abuse I had to go through. Fuck you. Fuck you for leaving me you selfish bitch. I didn’t need you then and I don’t need you now.” “Alice, please. I know you’re mad at me and it’s deserved but… I’ll be in LA on the 2nd. I want to be in the crowd for your big moment.” “Ya know what, fuck this.” Alice hangs up the phone and tosses her phone on the pillows behind her. She stands up and slowly walks back out to her porch with the blue light once again lighting up her pale skin. “I needed that.” She scoffs to herself before beginning to laugh lightly which quickly escalates into a burst of laughter. “I am gonna Kill Jill.” See, merch is only the tip of the iceberg though because the admiration everyone has for me compared to you is pretty laughable, hun. You act like it doesn’t bother you and that’s how you should look at it but deep down it bothers you that no one likes you. Your own best friend secretly doesn’t like you and you still try to hide behind your ego. Unbelievable. You have no real friends, no fans, and no one in the locker room likes you and yet you still walk around like you’re the shit because you gaslighted Regan into helping you at every turn and took advantage of clowns and other beefs going on to get ahead. I can commend you for that because who wouldn’t? The thing is, you have no right to that overblown entrance or even call yourself The Draw. You aren’t fucking shit, Jill. I’m going to quickly prove that 2022 was just the biggest fluke in wrestling history when you lose the United States championship to me. This match isn’t even gonna come close to how our first match played out. This time your blood will be covering my hands and you’ll be gasping for air and pleading for me to stop hurting you. Then I’ll take your championship away from you and stand over you as you cry and cry because you didn’t get your way and were maimed in the process. Ya know, I think I was a bit too harsh calling you a snake most of the time, I mean, how else would you be flexible enough to play the victim in every situation? Nothing’s your doing and you’re just a good little Christian girl trying to prove her worth in the wrestling ring right? You don’t belong here but you’re trying your hardest to force yourself in because without this what do you have? Your parents' money is probably the only answer. That’s what makes you the complete opposite of being a Draw, Jill. No one wants to see a silver spoon-fed bitch succeed in a world where most of us struggled to even live and actually love this fucking sport. You said I have no fucking respect when you are the prime example of a disrespectful cunt. You don’t want to be a wrestler like I do. You want to be a star, to live in a world where the fans do pay money to see you as a top attraction. No fucking shot bitch because I’d rather die than lose to you again and I mean that from the bottom of my soul. I’d rather lose a leg than tap to your stupid fucking ankle lock. Even though one would be plenty to keep you down I plan on landing consecutive Gemini Killers on you so that you’re bound to a wheelchair for the rest of your worthless unseasoned life. I hope that when losing to me has fully processed in your minuscule brain you’ll even attempt to restore a bit of your pride and cash in your briefcase. We both know you’re gonna choke like Matt Ryan when anyone says the words ‘Super Bowl’ around him. Might give Gerry a little scare but you’ll fail and spiral into madness because then you’ll go back to being an afterthought just like Regan and I know you’d hate to go back down to her level. What are your plans for failure, Jill? I don’t wanna hear “Well I won’t fail cause I’m Jill Park” either because you will fail and I mean it when I ask what your plans are for failure. Maybe you’ll finally turn on Regan, maybe you’ll try and take your frustrations out on Dandy again, or maybe you’ll just- go away. That’s what we all want! For you to just go the fuck away with your hands behind your ass that’s flatter than your shtick. A young Alice dangles her feet off of her and her sisters’ favorite small bridge behind their house. To the side of her is her sister quietly watching the slow stream of water and the nice cool air flowing through her hair. Alice tosses a small pebble into the water and looks up at her sister. “If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live?” “Hm, that’s a good one. I’ve always wanted to live in Los Angeles cause all of the cool stars are from there right? Yeah, The City of Angels! Maybe one day we’ll both end up there.” “Oh, that’d be so badass! I’m gonna copy your answer now 'cause that’s where I wanna go too.” “I have no doubt you’ll be front and center everywhere you go, lil sis.” Victoria messes up Alice’s hair while chuckling. “Hey! You can’t do that to a future superstar!” “Whatever you say, ‘Bad Girl’!” Victoria messes up Alice’s hair even more which annoys her and starts chasing her down the bridge while Victoria bursts out laughing while Alice audibly grr’s at her. The camera pans up to show the night sky briefly before panning back down to show current Alice slowly walking up to that same bridge from her childhood. She notices the small scratchings that she and Victoria had left on the metal railing of the bridge and that gives her a small grin. That grin quickly fades as takes a book out of her pack. It was the Alice in Wonderland book Victoria got for her when she was little. “I want nothing to do with you. I’m going to succeed without you and then at least one of us will have kept their promise.” Alice tosses the old book in the stream. I’m gonna fuck up Jill for me. No one else. Those bright lights are going to be on ME! I am the fucking draw. Ironic, the city with the brightest lights and it’s the one where your spotlight gets shut off for good. Couldn’t ask for a better location to embarrass and make you break down crying. I’ll be sure to savor every tear that you try to hold back. The only way I could envision you recovering from this match would be to reveal your secret skill of being able to ‘rap every word from Super Bass’ and then I’m sure you’ll be more likable in everyone’s eyes. I mean for real, she looks just like one of those girls that think that’s a flex while shopping in the bargain bins at Hollister. And just like Ash Blake, I’m going to ensure that you’ll ‘actually’ be afraid of me. More lies you tell yourself thinking it’ll help you but we all see that you fear me just like every other woman in this entire company. You’re not afraid of me winning the match and that’s fine, I can prove that wrong but I know that you’re petrified of the damage I can and will do to you. I’m sure you’re already collaborating with Regan and whoever else will take your money to attack me. That’s fine because I want you to do everything you can to stop me from hurting you because there’s no telling how far I’ll go, babe. Send all the mercenaries you want because, in The City of Angels, I’m gonna burn that mother down along with whoever has the balls to try and stop me. I’m seeking revenge, Jill and I’m prepared to do whatever I have to do even if that means digging two graves so I suggest your next course of action would be- Actually bringing an assault rifle. |