Post by Ria on Feb 14, 2018 2:55:31 GMT
THE GIRL WITH THE BLACK HEART
PROLOGUE
❝L O S I E N T O.❞
❝L O S I E N T O.❞
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In the late hours of the night, the whole room was filled with a bitter silence. The shock of the cold water sent shivers racing up and down the spine of Ria Escárcega. It spread across her body rapidly like an icy tide on a winter beach, enveloping her in a blanket of frigidness. Ria winced, but she managed to force herself into the bathtub, one foot after the other. Her lithe fingers clamped down on the sides of the tubs, even in spite of how numb they’ve quickly become. Still, she submerged her body into the water, trying her best to ignore how her teeth were chattering like crazy. Every part of her was sore - the fruits of her labor after constantly beating herself up. With a huff, Ria slunk back into the tub. Her eyes aimlessly stared up into the ceiling with her mind drifting off into frivolous thoughts.
Perhaps this was all a mistake.
And when that dreaded thought crept into the back of her mind, Ria could feel her chest tighten. She had been on the losing side of things for quite a while. Things weren't going the way she exactly envisioned. By now, she should have been progressing. She should have been on her way to finding the person that killed her sister inside the ring and get back at them for taking away the one person that had always been there for her. At this rate, Mercedes' death wasn't going to be redeemed anytime soon.
With a sigh, Ria submerged herself a bit more into the tub. Her gaze then averted to catch sight of her hands floating about; free and ebbing with the gentle motions of the water. However, the calm would dissipate. Frustration grew, and slowly her hands became fists, clenched with rage and contempt. What used to be distant recollections of pain reccurred over and over again in her mind. Just like any individual that tried to push any unfavorable moments in their life to the back of their mind, Ria wanted to venture into a place where she didn't have to think of those things.
Still, her own mind was stubborn in its pursuit of antagonizing her. In that moment, she could remember the incident as her eyes closed shut. The very last image of her sister flashed in front of her, and all of the pain that she tried to ignore was unrelenting. As soon as she saw her neck come in contact with the steel, Ria lost her breath; left to be speechless as she saw the horror unfold right in front of her. Through the prisoner of her own cage of shock, she couldn’t move a single limb. All she could move were her distressed eyes, which glanced down and saw the lifeless hand that laid on the floor. The referee frantically shook Mercedes, but not an inch of her moved in response.
In that moment, time slowly moved on, though the ticking of an imaginary clock rang emphatically in the woman's mind. Meanwhile, she drowned everyone and everything around her out. The fans were panicking. Medical personnel rushed to the ringside area in an attempt to handle the situation as best as they could. And through the blurry tears that threatened to overtake her entirely, Ria looked up at the person that caused this.
She saw the woman watching on. Her arms were folded to her and Ria could recall the small smirk that crept along her face before she decided to act concerned. Tremors of searing, fiery bursts pulsated within her entire body. Her limbs shook, barely containing the anger that was rising. Finally, the tears streamed down her face and Ria hopped over the barricade.
"Qué perra," the young girl yelled, rushing towards the woman. "Mi hermana está muerta por tu culpa!"
She had her fist balled up ready to swing, but one of the security personnel quickly grabbed her. She screamed, trying to get away from them. However, her weak frame couldn't break her away from their grasp and she was taken away, separated from her sister's murderer.
"Mercedes," she begged while fighting off her tears. She watched with a whimper, and by the time she was backstage, Mercedes was covered in white.
“Lo siento."
When she opened her eyes, Ria looked around to see that she was still in the bath. The reminder came in the form of a harsh, sharp shiver and Ria instinctively wrapped her arms around herself. She huffed and quickly got out, not hesitating to grab the towel that was nearby.
"Fuck this shit," she muttered. With the towel slung on her, she flopped onto her bed; face buried into a pillow and all.
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