Lillie?
Lillie, please…
Tears have continuously run down her cheeks from her two eyes as she finds the strength within her to move. It took everything just to see a glimpse of reality after being hidden for so long thanks to the evil will of the soul of Violent. Violet lays down on the table with a single lamp near her face, barely lighting up the room she is in. She could feel her heavy heart shatter, and every piece sharply pierced into whatever is left of her humanity. She could feel every pain that Violent has caused. She knew that Violent didn’t care about anything but hurting others, but for the longest time, Violet thought she’d be the exception.
This isn’t me… This isn’t what I want. You have to believe me.
But it didn’t last long. The overwhelming emotions immediately turned into indifference in a matter of seconds.
Am I not considerate enough to let you pour your heart out?
Violent regains control as she sits back up with a smile on her face. She slowly wipes the tears from her eyes.
Tsk… Tsk... Tsk…
Now, look what you've done, Lillie. You made poor little Violet cry. I know that this is all too familiar to you considering how many people you’ve let down, but have you ever considered just plainly disappearing from our lives and letting us move on? Oh, who am I kidding? Of course not. You are a stubborn little shit who just wouldn’t go away when it’s beyond obvious that nobody wants you around. Violet cries for you. Violet wishes that things would be different. But remember that Violet also doesn’t even know what she wants. Because that’s the trouble when you seek a positive environment in a sport that inspires violence. Your judgement gets so jagged and the idea of doing what’s right is so convoluted even the most fucked up person could genuinely believe that they are good people. And I just can’t fucking live like that, Lillie. I don’t want to live like you and Violet. I deserve a more exciting life than your boring, pathetic Sunday Night Sleepovers. I don’t want to just walk around the locker rooms singing fuckin’ Katy Perry songs after losing a match a hundredth time, and foolishly hoping that everything will just work itself out. This isn’t Sesame Street where everyone is just happy and friendly and whimsical while they fart butterflies and shit glitters. This is Wrestleworld. And in Wrestleworld, people like me, people who actually see things as they are… We thrive. In Wrestleworld, people who are violent and brutal and hateful make the most intense matches and are granted title opportunities. In Wrestleworld, you have to be more than willing to fuck up someone’s life just to get ahead. Because unlike Violet, I do know what I want. I want memorable victories. I want recognition. I want Championships.
Violent takes a deep breath.
I want a future.
A future without Lillie Saint may be painful to someone like Violet, but I… I wouldn’t even blink an eye. You have all this talk about how this is all Kimberly’s fault and how she ruined us, but deep down Lillie, you know that this was inevitable. I am not just a part of Violet. I matter. I have goals I’ve set that I intend to come after. I have my own thoughts and opinions. I am just as important to this Vessel as Violet. Don’t believe me? Ask her yourself. She’s the one who always goes on about respecting our existence, so you really have no room to beg and whine about how she hasn’t come out of hiding. This is just unavoidable, Lillie. You can’t escape something like this.
If you try to disappear and run away because your emotions couldn’t handle fighting an enemy with your best friend’s face, I will come after you to remind you that this is never going away.
When you feel like you have finally put me down, and you’re on the verge of winning, I will strike you hard, bust your lip and make you regret ever meeting me.
If you try to talk me out of this like you’ve been doing from the start, I will wrap my hands around your neck until you’re out of breath.
I know this is personal for you. I know you’re just hoping and praying for Violet to wake up from this horrific nightmare. But to me, Lillie, you mean nothing. You are nothing. And you will be nothing after I destroy you at ARCADIA.
Violent could feel it, the fire in her heart that is ready to to fight anyone in her way. This feeling of hatred and madness and bloodlust, it’s all within her and she wouldn’t have it any other way. She is looking forward to making a statement that no one will forget at ARCADIA. She doesn’t need friends. She doesn’t need these fickle things like loyalty and love. All she needs… is for Lillie Saint to die by her hands.
Sat Dec 03, 2022 4:36 pm by 
Subject: Violent | Your Best Friend's Face 
