Rebirth Saga. Chapter Two: Everything After.

Rebirth Saga. Chapter Two: Everything After.1

By: Donny Rodrigue2

Location and Time: Unknown.3

I miss the days of being a child; I miss the days of feeling alive. No one can come visit me here, even if they were to die. There is no way for anyone other than myself to enter this place. In a place like this I should feel depressed, and filled with sorrow inside, but that is not to be. Instead of having tears falling from my eyes I’m left to cuddle with myself in this emptiness, I’m left to choke on the wishes to feel. On most days, yes time still passes in this place; I’m completely alone to argue with myself. It feels like there is a noose tied around my neck as each day passes to get a bit closer to July 28th the noose is tightened. I know with a feeling like that I should be choking and gasping for air, instead I’m wishing to be choked.4

Once again I drop back down on the flooring of this universal place, and I hear the usual thunder once again. Bolts of blue lightning strikes down inches from my face, I quiver yet I cannot feel scared. It’s happening again, another memory I am forced to watch. I remember this time as if it was yesterday, but really it was years ago in the start of my adult-hood. Working for my father was something glorious for me, this was at the party he had to celebrate the debut of his son, to celebrate the wrestling debut of me. In the far corner of the room I am sitting on the edge of the deluxe sized piano as its tunes are played loudly for each guest. The tune I believe is a piece that was originally made by Bach, but from this pianist the instrumental tune was dreadful to the ears.5

People paraded around the floor sharing idiotic stories of gossip with whoever would care to listen. Now that I look back on things this party was the biggest joke of a social event I have ever seen. All of the guests were pretending to have a good time, but really they were just waiting for this damned party to be over. “IT WAS HORRIBLE!” “I KNOW, SHUT UP!” If only my father wouldn’t of been the cheap bastard we know him to be, and actually spent a decent amount of money on this party, then it might have been fun for a couple of seconds.6

Nine after seven, seven ten, the minutes passed so slowly. I would ask myself why I am forced to replay this boring memory from my past, but deep down inside I already know the answer. Eight sixteen, the door to the nicely done home is opened, and I make my way inside. There I get to see myself from the outside as I was so many long years ago. Flowing blonde hair, and a smile that would have the women melting into my arms. How stupid and ignorant I was back then, just by looking at myself I want to vomit. On, and on this party went almost never-ending it seemed, and then from my perch on the piano I saw my father walk up to the stand. He made the usual lame jokes you hear at parties, and everyone faked a laugh so they would not upset the host.7

A couple of hours longer, and this lame party have come to an end. Everyone soon leaves, and I bring my father outside towards an empty alley. As I sat on the edge of this green metal dumpster, I noticed how happy my father was, it was probably from the beverages he was drinking at his celebration. He was shoved up against the wall with violent force driven on by anger.. Forced against that brick wall by me, his own son, how hurt he must have been at that very moment. “You were never a good father to me! NEVER! All you do this for is to satisfy your needs; well I have needs as well! I’m tired of being the one to play your stooge around here. I came to find you so that we could be a family again, but mother was correct in her diary! You’re nothing but a corrupted man that has a false image to live up to!”8

I was angered, and I was on the verge of a mental breakdown. At that point I really didn’t care about the consequences to my actions, I just wanted him dealt with. “YOU WANTED HIM DEAD!” “I KNOW I DID, HE DESERVED EVERY BIT OF IT! STOP TORTURING ME!” Those screams inside of my head remind me so much of what is about to happen that I was forced down onto the ground where my body was twitching, and my eyes rolling upward to watch my actions. The dumpster is opened… More arguing between the two continues, and I snap. With one swift motion of adrenaline powered force I slam my father into the dumpster, and set it ablaze. Laughter shoots from my lungs as I hold it shut, and his screams are heard filling the entire area.9

Everything that just happened seemed so real, as if I was really there. All of my anger… Back on my feet I go towards myself as and place my hand against the chest of my former self. Hoping I can feel the emotions running through my veins, but I feel nothing at all. Just as I did back then I dropped back down to my knees and listened to sirens of closing in policemen. Before they had arrived, I saw the sunglasses that were once property of my father, and I placed them into my pants pocket. The rest of this memory is not shown, and I begin to think that I will be spending the rest of my day in absolute darkness once again, but I could not have been more wrong.10

The memories of my death that I was forced to relive yesterday flash suddenly, then the images of me doing the same to my father begin mixing with it. “THIS ISN’T SOME GAME YOU KNOW!” My life is not a replaying episode of some game show; I will not play trivia of my past. However I know the answer… Whatever happens to one by your hands, will one day come to happen back to you as well. The way my father was killed, is the way I was sent here. We both had someone we trusted and love; it was that person who brought us both to our end.11

So what if it was business Damian, I cared for you! I will even say I loved you, but now you wretched fool you have taken things away from me that are more precious to me than my life. My baby, the Global Championship, something I worked so hard to achieve was taken away from me. As was the chance to remember how it felt to be given a chance! That was my mistake; I gave you a chance to be trusted by me! You conniving little twit… Now I can never feel anything, I cannot be given the chance to feel, I can never compete again! The Civil War was not mine for the taking that was never my objective. I wanted competition, something that is so hard to find in the place that I lead.12

I have met defeat, but at that moment I was still the king of the mountain. Somehow I should have seen this sneak attack from Damian coming, but I was so stuck on me being king of the hill that I couldn’t. I blinded myself to my death, and Damian did what was needed to take me down. Right now I would be feeling happiness for the assault, because I know Damian’s end will become the same as mine. And he shall be the one visiting this realm and crying without feelings! Revenge however does not make any of this seem better; it does not help me once again be able to feel all the emotions I was robbed of. It simply fills a small portion of my emptiness; because I know when he visits me in this place he will begin wishing to be choked free of existence.13

Night is now beginning to show its face, which means I get to sleep for a while without the feeling of a resting body. I cannot even ask for the chance to dream here, because my dream of the Civil War tournament was destroyed. “DESTROYED BY DAMIAN!”14