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I Sit Here Locked Inside My Head

People Used/Mentioned

Aaron Swaim, Scooter Zyon, Keevee, Mother, Father, Personnel/Stephanie, Sarah, Sanjay, Scorpio, Taurus

Allies/Enemies

Katrina Sinclair, Scooter Zyon, Stephanie Styles, Keevee/French people, Justin Sane

Entrance Music

"Fault" by Taproot

Contact

selphie_leonhart@hotmail.com

Mood

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OOC Comment/Quote

Please rate me...I'd like to know how I did...

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-Introduction-
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Fear. Everyone sees it, everyone feels it and everyone hates it. For everyone, fear is the one thing you don't want. It can make you worry, it can make you go insane and it can drive you to the brink of death...if you let it. Only if you let it. Face it though, fear will always be inside you. For the millions of people in this world, there are those who slip by, letting fear overpower their lives. They live inside of themselves, never saying anything. Those people are the ones told they have Schizophrenia or some other mental case.-

 

-But for the rest of the people, fear is what powers them. It gives them energy to bite back at those they hate, those they want dead. They use their fear in a decent way, rather then letting their fears take over their mind.-

 

-But what about the people who do both. Let fear get to them, but don't let it always get them down? That's the strongest type of person, those who have their fear and keep it, but still use it to their advantage. The strongest of all have that and will keep it. It's especially strong in wrestling. Fear binds you, but it cannot be held too tightly.-

 

-Aaron has fear. It can be seen in her. But she doesn’t let it tear her down anymore. She uses it to her advantage, just like those of the people who do the same. She’ll always do that. No more can anything bring her down…or can it?

 

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//Scene 1 – Typical Day…Fucked Up\\
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::The scene fades into the hotel where the IWF Superstars are staying at. It’s pretty fancy…and most likely expensive, considering the carpeted floors, chandeliers hanging everywhere and slutty french maids walking about. We hear the delightful squeals of fourteen year old Aaron Swaim as she and her tag partner, Scooter Zyon, are seen coming around the corner. Aaron, as usual, is seen sitting in a rolling chair, hugging her knees close to her. As they pass a door, a french maid is seen coming out of it. Instead of looking ahead of him like he should be, Scooter keeps his eyes on the girl. Aaron’s eyes widen and she jumps out of the chair.::

 

[Aaron]: SCOOTER! WATCH OUT FOR THE-

 

::A loud crunching noise, followed by the sound of glass breaking is heard. Aaron winces.::

 

[Aaron]: …wall.

 

::She snickers and walks up to Scooter, who’s lying vertically upside down on the wall, his neck propping his body up. The remains of a glass vase lie on the floor next to him, as well as the cracked pieces of a table. His hand flops down onto his forehead.::

 

[Aaron]: Wonderful bail there. Just spectacular.

 

[Scooter]: Whoa…dude…everything’s spinning…

 

[Aaron]: Well yea…you hit yer head pretty damn hard.

 

::Scooter stands up and puts his hand on the wall.::

 

[Scooter]: Whoa…dizzy…damn…I’m gonna go…lay down…

 

[Aaron]: Okaaaaaaay.

 

::Aaron watches as Scooter stumbles off. She looks down at the shards.::

 

[Aaron]: Uh…I didn’t do it!

 

::She walks down the hallway and into the elevator. After cursing at the elevator for moving so slow, Aaron walks out. She looks around the lobby, where a few IWF superstars are. She frowns as she sees Victoria, but the frown gets replaced by a grin as she looks over at the front doors. Keevee is seen walking into the lobby, a skateboard in his hands.::

 

[Aaron]: Keeeeeeeeeeeeee-dizzle-shizzle-fo-fizzle-off-da-hizzle-dawwwwwwg!!!!!

 

::Keevee looks over as Aaron looks up. He laughs.::

 

[Keevee]: A-dizzle-fo-shizzle-rizzle-nizzle-dawg!

 

[Aaron]: Waaaaaah.

 

[Keevee]: Where’s Scooter?

 

[Aaron]: Asleep.

 

::Keevee raises his eyebrow.::

 

[Keevee]: It’s two thirty in the afternoon.

 

[Aaron]: Yea…well…he bashed headfirst into a wall and isn’t feeling too good.

 

[Keevee]: Eh…

 

[Aaron]: How’s Stephie?

 

::Keevee’s face turns from happiness to angriness.::

 

[Keevee]: Fucking Mark Hyatt kidnapped her.

 

[Aaron]: WHAT?!

 

[Keevee]: Yea…the bastard…I don’t know where she is…but knowing Taurus and Scorpio, they’re probably looking for her. I just got back from searching.

 

[Aaron]: Ohhh…well…with people looking for her, she’ll prolly be found…

 

[Keevee]: Eh…hey, don’t you have a match tomorrow?

 

[Aaron]: Yea…yea I do. Me versus Victoria and Britten Lander. Whoever wins that get’s placed in the match against Fantaztik and Rahim.

 

[Keevee]: Sounds pretty big. Shouldn’t you be training?

 

[Aaron]: I’ve been…but like…it’s my day off today and tomorrow before Cyclone. But like…maybe I should…

 

[Keevee]: It’d be a good idea.

 

[Aaron]: I agree…meh…I have to go get my work out shiznitz…I’ll see yeh later, Kee-dawg.

 

[Keevee]: Bye A-dawg.

 

::Aaron runs back up to the elevator and presses the button to the third floor multiple times before it actually moves. After a bit more cursing at the elevator and once at the third floor, Aaron runs around the corner and opens the hotel room door. She slams the door, before remembering that Scooter is trying to sleep. She walks quietly into the next room. Scooter’s sitting up on his bed, an ice pack on his forehead and a remote control in his hands.::

 

[Scooter]: Damn cable here. It’s all in Nepalese.

 

[Aaron]: Eh...call Sanjay.

 

::Scooter looks at her with a raised eyebrow.::

 

[Aaron]: What? He's a good translator...geez...but like…dude…Spongebob sounds weird. I came home from the arena last night before you did and turned it on, it was all “blegh blagh ligh laugh”.

 

::Scooter laughs and nods.::

 

[Scooter]: Oh yea…yer cell phone rang a couple times.

 

[Aaron]: Waaah…phone.

 

::Aaron bends down in front of a suitcase and pulls out a silver and black cell phone from the front pocket. She presses a couple buttons and puts it up to her ear.::

 

[Aaron]: Please enter your password…

 

::She presses a couple more buttons.::

 

[Aaron]: First message…waaaaaaaah, Sarah. Yea yea…course I know that…duh…I do watch TV…eeeey…another message…aahhh…damn cell phone thingy…pressing more buuuuuutons.

 

::She presses another button. She grins but after a few moments, her facial expression fades to a frown. She mumbles under her breath and closes her phone.::

 

[Scooter]: Bad call?

 

[Aaron]: Very bad…my parents…

 

::Scooter raises his eyebrow as Aaron sits on the other bed in the room, looking down at the floor. He shuts off the TV.::

 

[Aaron]: They want me to meet them for tea at some tea place…

 

::Aaron sighs and looks up.::

 

[Aaron]: You know how much I hate my parents…and like…ugh…now they want to talk to me…

 

[Scooter]: Eh…you can go or not go.

 

[Aaron]: Eh…I just need to sleep on it…but right now…gonna go work out…you know…for that match…heh byeeeee…

 

[Scooter]: Ehhh…okay…I’ll watch more TV…*door slam* oh yea…real nice…yea…BYE TO YOU TOO! Eh…

 

::Scooter turns on the television as the scene fades.::


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//Scene Two – Thoughts Aren’t Good, NO THEY AREN’T!\\

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::This time, we see the same hotel room Scooter and Aaron were in, but it’s dark. The clock on the bedstand reads two-thirty in bright illuminated numbers. Aaron lies awake, her hands crossed on her belly, staring up at the ceiling. On the adjacent bed lies Scooter. Aaron looks over and snorts. Because of the heat, Scooter has half of the covers hanging from the side of his bed and half over him. His snoring is audible, but not that loud. He mumbles something then smiles. Aaron shakes her head, then looks back up at the ceiling.::

 

::Her thoughts take over her mind. She thinks about her match for the next night. Victoria and Britten. All three are in it for the Crusierweight Contendership. But what does she know about these two? Both of them are hungry to win a title.::

 

::Victoria. Married to Jason. Blonde, tall, blue eyes. Everything a guy wants. Been in the ring for a while now. She’s been the IWF Women’s Champion loads of times, and probably more. She wants the Crusierweight title. But it’ll be Aaron’s job to squash that. There’s no way in fuckin’ hell she’s gonna get that contendership match. No way. Not in this lifetime. She can try, but Victoria has to face it, she's old. In with the new, out with old, you've heard that before. Bye bye, Vicky. Dun need you anymore.::

 

::Britten Lander. Laz’s girlfriend. Dark haired, blue eyes and tall. God damn all the fuckin’ tall people. Hasn’t been in the ring for too long, but has a streak of anger that can inflict pain. Aaron worries more about her than she does of Victoria. Britten’s new and she wants to make a name for herself. She wants the title as well. With her size and strength, she can most likely beat the shit out of anyone. This match will keep Aaron on her toes throughout. But with proper control and balance, she can be taken out. And damn…that girl is cruel.::

 

::Aaron, though skilled at being fast and little, is the underdog in this match. Both are tall and want that title as much as the little girl herself. Both probably have more strength too. But she’s defended it against multiple people, so this should be no different. But who can tell the future? No one can.::

 

::Aaron’s thoughts go off from the match to the call she got. Her parents had asked her to meet them at a tea place just out of the blue. Aaron closes her eyes. What is going on? For seven months, her parents haven’t contacted her. They didn’t even bother to tell her when her brother’s funeral was. But what could her parent’s be plotting. She remembers one of the sayings her brother used to say. “Always do something, whether you want to or not. It’s the only way to find out the truth from the lie.”

 

::Aaron opens her eyes. She looks up at the ceiling again, her eyes focused on something. She nods, as if someone told her something, then gets out of the bed. She kneels down by Scooter and pokes him in the arm. He opens one sleepy eye and mumbles.::

 

[Scooter]: Fwaa?

 

[Aaron]: Scooter, I’ma go see my parents tomorrow.

 

::Scooter raises his head off the pillow, both eyes open now.::

 

[Scooter]: You sure?

 

[Aaron]: Yesh…but but…will you come in with me?

 

[Scooter]: Eyyy…course I will…

 

[Aaron]: Thankies.

 

[Scooter]: No prob…now youuuuu, go to sleep. You’ve gotta deal with parents and that match tomorrow.

 

[Aaron]: Okay…night again Scooter.

 

::Scooter kisses Aaron’s forehead.::

 

[Scooter]: Night.

 

::Aaron stands up and walks back to her bed. She lays back down and stares at the ceiling. When Scooter’s snores fill the space of the room, Aaron shuts her eyes and goes to sleep. Scene fades.::


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//Scene 3 – No More Pain\\
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::The scene fades into Scooter’s Grand Prix. Scooter is seen at the wheel, his eyes focused on the road. Aaron is seen sitting in the passenger seat, looking out the window. Rain is falling pretty steadily outside. The radio is barely audible over the rain. Aaron sighs and brushes a red strand of hair from her face.::

 

::For a change, the two of them are dressed nicely, like in church clothes, which is a rare sight. Aaron’s dressed in a black sweater that’s lacey at the end of each sleeve and a floral print long ankle skirt. Her hands are folded neatly in her lap. Scooter, on the other hand, is wearing almost exactly the same clothes you’d see him in every day, but instead of dickies or cargos, he’s got a pair of dress pants on. He looks over at Aaron with a concerned look on his face.::

 

[Scooter]: Aaron, you know you don’t have to go meet them. We could just turn right back around and head back to the arena.

 

::Aaron continues to stare out the window. She closes her eyes and sets her forehead on the glass.::

 

[Aaron]: Scott…I know that…but if I don’t get this over with now…my mind will like…blow.

 

[Scooter]: Still…

 

[Aaron]: Just let me get this done with.

 

::Scooter hesitates. Aaron doesn’t budge.::

 

[Scooter]: …okay.

 

[Aaron]: Thank you…um…where are we?

 

[Scooter]: In the middle of Kathmandu. We’ll be at that place in a few minutes.

 

[Aaron]: Okay…

 

::The two stay silent for the remainder of the drive. Scooter parks in front of a large building and stops the car. The two get out and look up at the building. It’s pretty fancy.::

 

[Aaron]: They didn’t mention that it was a hotel tea place thing…

 

::A loud, but covered up, snicker is issued from Scooter. Aaron looks over at him, and he automatically looks like he didn’t do anything. She sighs and shakes her head, then walks into the building. Scooter stands there a couple seconds, then follows Aaron in the doors. He looks around for Aaron, who’s looking up at the chandelier hanging from the ceiling.::

 

[Aaron]: That’s gotta cost at least a million. And judging by the maids, this place has got to have almost a eight hundred dollar fee to spend the night here. Since when did my parents get rich?

 

[Scooter]: Eh…maybe your dad is on a business trip and his company is letting them stay here.

 

[Aaron]: …maybe…c’mon…desk…personnel…

 

::Aaron walks up to the desk, where the personnel looks up from his newspaper and smiles. Aaron’s head barely reaches over the desk and she’s frowning. Scooter snickers again and lifts Aaron up so she’s can see over the desk.::

 

[Aaron]: Yaaaay…uh…we’re…like…sposed to meet some people here.

 

[Personnel]: Are you Miss…

 

::He looks at a piece of paper.::

 

[Personnel]: Aaron Swaim?

 

[Aaron]: Yes, that’s me.

 

[Personnel]: Okay, follow me please.

 

::Ther personnel stands up and walks out of the desk area as Scooter sets Aaron down. The two follow him into another room, where tables are set up with little tea pitchers. He leads them to a table where a pretty blonde haired lady and a balding older man are seated. They both stand up as the people approach. Aaron gasps. Her mom used to wear jeans and a nice t-shirt when coming to these places. Now she’s dressed in a silk dark blue dress. Where a single gold chain used to be is a long strand of pearls. Her dad is wearing a suit, something she never saw him in. The personnel leaves the two teenagers standing with the adults. Aaron’s mom coughs and holds out her hand.::

 

[Mother]: Aaron…it’s lovely to see you again.

 

::Aaron looks down at her mom’s hand and backs up. She nods. Her mom closes her eyes, but retains a slight smile. She looks over at Scooter.::

 

[Mother]: And you are…?

 

[Scooter]: Scott Zioner.

 

[Mother]: Ah…you’re her friend. I expected Aaron to come alone, but….Well…please sit down, both of you.

 

::Aaron’s parents both sit down. Scooter sits down, but Aaron looks at her mom before sitting down. She crosses her arms.::

 

[Aaron]: What do you want?

 

::Aaron’s mom looks at her husband and nods.::

 

[Mother]: We asked you to be here so we could speak with you.

 

[Father]: Listen, my dear, we’d like you to come back home.

 

[Mother]: We’re worried about you.

 

[Father]: We have been since Michael died.

 

[Mother]: Please Aaron, come back home. We miss you and we’re worried. We-

 

[Aaron]: Bullshit.

 

To my mother

To my father

It’s your son or it’s your daughter

Are my screams loud enough for you to hear me?

Should I turn this up for you?

 

::Scooter looks over at Aaron, who’s got her eyes open and staring at her mother with the look of absolute hatred. Her parents are looking at her with wide eyes.::

 

[Aaron]: This is just some fucking ploy to get me to come home so you can treat me the way you did.

 

[Father]: Aaron…no…this isn’t-

 

I sit here locked inside my head

Remembering everything you said

The silence gets us nowhere

Gets us nowhere way too fast

 

[Aaron]: Bull-fucking-shit! All you’ll do is fucking hit me, beat me, scream at me! I won’t have any of it!

 

[Mother]: We’ve changed, I swear it. We’ve seen our wrong and-

 

[Aaron]: Liar!! You’ll never see your wrong! You know and I know that you thought what you did was right! And you still do!

 

[Father]: Aaron-

 

The silence is what kills me

I need someone here to help me

But you don’t know how to listen

And let me make my decisions

 

[Mother]: Aaron please. Calm down. We’re trying to fix our relationship with you-

 

[Aaron]: Did you really think that I’d go along with your little plan?

 

[Mother]: Aaron. That is enough. We’re your parents and you’re to obey us.

 

::Aaron stands up abruptly, knocking the chair she was in down. She glares at her mom, pointing her index finger in her mom’s face.::

 

[Aaron]: Did you ever think that when you we’re beating me-

 

[Father]: Aaron-

 

[Aaron]: -screaming at me-

 

[Mother]: Aaron, please-

 

[Aaron]: -thowing me into things-

 

[Scooter]: Whoa…Aaron-

 

[Aaron]: -making me bleed-

 

[Mother]: Aaron-

 

[Aaron]: -breaking my bones-

 

[Father]: Stop it.

 

[Aaron]: -insulting me all the time? Is that what you thought?! That you were being parents?!

 

::By now, everyone in the room has stopped their conversations with each other and are looking at the table. Aaron’s standing, her hands flat on the table, looking her mother in the eye. Her eyes are blazing with hatred. Scooter’s looking at her with his eyes wide.::

 

All your insults and your curses

Make me feel like I’m not a person

And I feel like I am nothing

But you made me so do something

Cause I’m fucked up

Because you are

Need attention

Attention you couldn’t give

 

[Aaron]: You never once gave a flying fuck about me! All I would do is say something wrong, do something on accident…and remember what you’d do? You’d beat the living SHIT out of me! For NOTHING!

 

[Mother]: Aaron Patricia Swaim! Sit your ass down before I MAKE you.

 

[Aaron]: NO! I will NOT take your SHIT anymore! You think I was going to? Well guess what Kimberly, I DO have a mind. I do have a heart. I do have feelings. I’m not your fucking puppet and I never was! I’m never coming back home and I NEVER will be around you again!

 

[Mother]: Aaron, listen to me. Now.

 

[Aaron]: No, Kimberly. You listen to me. Fuck. You. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK YOU! Fuck your rules, fuck your minds, fuck YOU! I will NOT listen!

 

::Aaron’s mom looks up at her with wide eyes. She stands up slowly.::

 

[Father]: Uh…Kim?

 

[Mother]: Don’t you EVER say that to me again. EVER! You disgraceful, little BITCH! You little girl, you’ll never be anything. If I ever hear those words coming out of your mouth again-

 

[Aaron]: FUCK YOU!

 
::Aaron sticks her middle finger in her mom’s face, then walks off. Scooter sits in his spot a couple seconds. Aaron’s parents looks at him. He looks at her parents then runs after Aaron. He finds her sitting out by the car, in the rain. Her hair is drenched from sitting in the now heavier rain. She has her arms crossed and her eyes closed. Before Scooter can say a word, Aaron holds up her hand and walks to the car door. Scene fade.::

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