That night. Again I looked at myself in the mirror. And I smile. 6 months ago, I was crying in front of a mirror like this, feeling sorry for myself...cameo, dirty and without dignity. 6 months earlier, I was a rag whom Melz took pity on due to her boxing talent alone. 6 months earlier, I didn't know what tomorrow would be like and I didn't really care. And I ended up forgetting something important about myself. I forgot that... I am smart... I fixed my ponytail and inspected myself carefully. The perfect image that I want to give. A young girl who has gone wrong, still innocent but motivated and brazen. I was dressed in a white dress with a flared bottom and a bare back. Which contributed to my appearance as a girl who had nothing to do there. I put on boxing shoes and bandaged my hands to confuse the first impression I wanted to give. I only put makeup on my eyes to give
The common room of the RIP'S mansion clashed perfectly with the typical profile of a biker. Although crowded I could easily judge that the decoration was a medieval mix sprinkled with a little Gothic touch enough to put you in the dark and sensual atmosphere of it.For a moment I stood frozen in front of the door, scanning the entire room.Contrary to what I expected, we did not play rock music but rather a mixture of sensual jazz which gives a thrill of wanting to undress and move languidly to the rhythm of it. Without self-esteem.There were hundreds of people, most of whom were wearing the cult black leather biker jackets... scattered all over the room, the atmosphere was warm.After all, today was Terrion's birthday, the RIP'S champion.I was jostled by a sheep who, despite her obvious state of intoxication, couldn't help but laugh at the fact that I was obviously the best dressed girl in the room.Returning from my trance, I grabbed a half-empty glass that was lying around and sw
I remember that night perfectly.Strangely, all the details that would normally have gone unnoticed by my eyes remained etched in my memory like fucking photos stuck in my brain... But that's just as well.Yes well.Because I don't want to forget.I don't want to forget anything.I saw myself lying on my bed mourning the departure of my first love from our city.I could still feel the fleeting chill of the pendant he had given me on my neck.I couldn't sleep that night, because I had the impression that everything was starting to go into a spin around me and that I assumed, my state of growing pubescent girl whose feelings are multiplied by 10 did not help. not things. Didn't help my view of things.That night, I spent hours on the phone with my best friends whining that without my lifelong crush, I felt lost.That I was in a hurry for Dad to find a job because he was becoming execrable to feel useless.. and was behaving strangely day by day.From Vanessa the crepe girl that I had to s
10 months later - Nigel please give me a package! I begged in a trembling voice. I need it so much! Nigel this guy tattooed everywhere that I know for almost 8 months and who thanks to his little drugs relieves my life. It is one of the best providers in the city and surrounding area. He started looking at me while he was smoking his cigarette... "You owe me 100 petoches and you want me to give you back?" on credit and more.! ... He started. Laugh, laugh at me. -I like you my little one but do not abuse it... It blows between two puffs of smoke... I nervously tapped my index finger on my left leg and while trying to control this lack, I told him with all the composure that I had left in reserve. Damn it, I'm about to blow up a pipe! -I promise you that as soon as I have enough to pay... I will come to see you.... goal... Steupleu.... (this time I can't put on a good face and he could read my distress in my eyes) I will do anything for sex.... My voice was jerky, my tone pleadi
-Lolary? Are you with us? You hear me Answer Yes by squeezing my hand twice in a row and No only once. I pressed twice in a row on the hand of the person who was speaking.... Yes, I was there, I heard and felt everything, yet I couldn't open my eyes.Nor to open your mouth to articulate anything...Or even move too much... I felt heavy, foggy, exhausted and almost disconnected from my own body. I felt the voice still speaking....But I felt myself leaving, slipping..... So in a rush of despair I squeezed the person's hand... No, no, all things considered...I'm no longer with you...I feel myself drifting...leaving...floating..... - QUICKLY! BRING THE MATERIALS! THE RHYTHM OF HIS HEART IS SLOWING DOWN CONSIDERATELY! WE'RE GOING TO LOSE HER! I SAID WE'RE GOING TO LOSE HER!!! ♦️♦️♦️♦️♦️ -I forbid you from leaving, you hear! Damn Lary! I swear you're not going to leave now! Wake up the fuck! DO NOT LEAVE ME!
He contacted me again 4 days later, strangely it was the longest 4 days of my life. Because I had the impression that my life was at a turning point where I no longer knew what to do and that I was waiting for things. A sign, an explanation.....I wanted to know why I was still alive.And what did that mean for me going forward?It seems that dying traumatized me a lot more than I thought.So it was a relief for me when I finally received the notification that I had a message.The first in 1 year.It was short and to the point.This evening. 9am.These last 4 days, I had more or less tried to reconnect with the world and what was happening there.I logged into my Google account and everything synced.And it was no surprise that I saw that those around me had not stopped living after the tragedy that struck my family.But I was rather surprised to see that they hadn't forgotten me either.Until today I was hashtagged and mentioned in quite a few publications. Whether it be for souvenir
The days that followed passed like a foggy, haggard dream.I contacted Melz the next day to find out when I could start training, thinking that he would be the one to find me a place to train. But his sharp and clear response (Damn it's your job, I'm not your manager) ends up making me understand one thing.I'll have to fend for myself!And this is how, in addition to being a cameo, a fighter and a thief....I also became an expert in infiltration because every evening when the boxing club closed where I trained before I I slipped through the alcove that Sting never thought to close to drag me away.After all, Saheel is such a cozy little town that people never really think about locking up.But hey, he's an intelligent guy and I wonder how he understood but when I came back I found his key ring clearly visible on the table which lined the entrance.I understood his recommendation. He wanted me to be properly equipped for these trainin
3 months had passed.3 months since my first fight.And it always leaves me with this foggy feeling that makes me think it wasn't quite me.That the girl who knocked out the blonde whose stage name is Blondie. Isn't really me.That evening, rage and despair awakened something in me......and I still can't put an idea to it.I’m still exploring what that was.In 3 months, I started to make myself known. I even had a title in the industry. “The kid who plays in the big leagues”I think it described my situation well since I'm not yet an adult and I'm the youngest boxer in the Women's League.But Melz, this eternal dissatisfied person is not of this opinion, he wants to make me a real Destroyer....and doesn't want me to be known only in inter-girl fights....No, he wants it total.-In 3 months, I am one of the top 20 best female boxers! I scream.-Ah Why do you think it’s an achievement? He retorts sarcastically, For Darko you're just a girl who hits even better than the other girls. As lo