Post by Amelia Hearts on Mar 1, 2021 21:51:55 GMT -5
Heart! Heart wake up! We’re gonna be laaaaaate!
Heather’s eyes slowly flutter open, where she’s met with the smiling face of her sister, Charlotte, staring down at her. She grunts, trying to shake the grogginess from her head.
Charlie, I told you not to call me that…
Aww but it’s cute! Heather looks sorta like Heart and I love you! So you’re my Heart!
I think it looks more like Heathen, but-
She’s cut off by a sudden wicked cough. Though she does manage to turn away before she coughs in her sister’s face. Just then, the girls’ mother walks into the room. She’s dressed in her work uniform, prepared to take the children to school.
Come on, girls. We gotta go!
Mom, I think sissy is sick!
Their mother steps into the room and makes her way over to Heather’s side of the room and takes a seat on her bed. She places a hand on Heather’s forehead and Heather can’t help but smile at her mother’s gentle touch. Soon, their mother nods and stands up.
Yeah, you’re burning up. Just stay in bed, sweetheart. I’ll go get you some medicine.
The girls’ mother stands and walks out of the room. Charlotte quickly takes a seat on her sister’s bed.
So you’re staying home from school??
Uh huh…
Want me to get your homework for you?
Could you please...?
Sure! Anything for my big sissy!
Heather smiles as their mother returns with a tiny cup of cold medicine and a glass of water in her hands. Heather sits up and takes the cups from her mother. She quickly downs the medicine and chases it with the water, cringing at the nasty taste.
All right, now you just rest. I’ll call and check on you a little bit later, okay?
Okay, mom…
All right. Then c’mon Charlie, let’s go.
Okay, mommy!
Charlotte gives her sister a tight hug before standing up.
Bye, Heart! I hope you feel better!
Charlotte crosses the short distance to her bed and retrieves her backpack while her mother kisses Heather on the forehead, forcing the young girl to smile again.
Try to feel better, sweetie. I love you so so much.
I love you too, mommy…
Her mother smiles and waves goodbye to Heather as she ushers Charlotte out the door with her other hand. Heather lays back and listens as her mother and sister make their way out to the car and pull out of the driveway. She closes her eyes as the sound of the car grows quiet in the distance…
Suddenly the loud, unmistakable sound of a car crash fills her ears.
Amy. Hey!
Amelia’s eyes shot open as she sat upright with a start, struggling a little to catch her breath after the dreadfully realistic dream. She looked up to find her bandmates, Natalie, Cindy, and Kelly staring at her, all three with concern on her face. She looked around as she rubbed her eyes, trying to remember where she was. She soon remembered she was in Natalie’s basement for one of Matriarch’s writing sessions.
You okay, Aim?
We were going to let you sleep but it looked like you were having a nightmare so we got worried.
Yeah… Yeah, I’m good. I’m… just stressing about this match, I guess.
Cindy and Kelly looked at each other while Natalie stared hard at Amelia. She was the “mom” of the group, so she could tell when Hearts wasn’t totally truthful. In return, Amelia did her best to avoid eye contact.
Amy. Come on.
I’m serious. It’s seriously stressing me the fuck out. I-I mean… I’m literally fighting for the general manager. If I screw it up, I’m fucked.
Natalie kept quiet, knowing Amelia sharing what’s on her mind was a rare occurrence. Kelly, on the other hand...
Ain’t you fighting the big boss? Won’t you get fucked either way?
...Goddammit…
Amelia buried her head in her hands as the stress from her nightmare began to mix with the anxiety about her match. Natalie took a seat on the couch next to Amy and rubbed her back. Cindy sat down on the armrest and Kelly leaned over the back of the couch over Amelia.
Fuck ‘em, Aim. Don’t worry about the consequences. It’s a match, just win first and worry about repercussions later.
Yeah! And even if you lose, Ms. Ortiz seems nice! I’m sure she’ll understand.
Well… Let’s just say I don’t want to find out. I’m sure her girlfriend would be pissed though.
You could kick her ass.
Kelly!
What, it’s true! Just cuz they’re teammates now doesn’t mean they won’t face off one day. And Amy’s the best asskicker I’ve ever seen.
Girls! Focus! We’re trying to help ‘Mel focus.
Saying she’s good at kicking ass isn’t helping her out?
Not in this case, baby.
All right. I’ll shut up.
I appreciate it though, chica...
What’s important is that we’re with you, Mellie! No matter what happens, the three of us will always be in your corner!
Amelia couldn’t help but smile but did her best to hide it nevertheless. Natalie giggled and brought Amelia in for a light hug. Amy resisted for a brief moment before relenting and settling in and embracing the hug. Realizing a very rare moment of affection from their lead singer, Kelly and Cindy quickly joined in on the now-group hug. The band remained quiet for a moment as they enjoyed the moment. But soon, Amelia was the first to speak.
Hey, uh… sorry for fucking up the session.
It’s cool, ‘Mel. We can write anytime. Making sure you’re okay is more important.
Amelia sighed.
Well… I guess we’ll see if I’m okay or not.
Kelly patted Amy on the back.
You’re gonna do great Aim. Now, you wanna do some screaming for us?
Amelia openly smiled now. She nodded and took a sheet of lyrics from Natalie. She clears her throat and prepares to sing…But yet, something still stuck in the back of her mind…
What if she couldn’t provide for all the people counting on her?...
Heather’s eyes slowly flutter open, where she’s met with the smiling face of her sister, Charlotte, staring down at her. She grunts, trying to shake the grogginess from her head.
Charlie, I told you not to call me that…
Aww but it’s cute! Heather looks sorta like Heart and I love you! So you’re my Heart!
I think it looks more like Heathen, but-
She’s cut off by a sudden wicked cough. Though she does manage to turn away before she coughs in her sister’s face. Just then, the girls’ mother walks into the room. She’s dressed in her work uniform, prepared to take the children to school.
Come on, girls. We gotta go!
Mom, I think sissy is sick!
Their mother steps into the room and makes her way over to Heather’s side of the room and takes a seat on her bed. She places a hand on Heather’s forehead and Heather can’t help but smile at her mother’s gentle touch. Soon, their mother nods and stands up.
Yeah, you’re burning up. Just stay in bed, sweetheart. I’ll go get you some medicine.
The girls’ mother stands and walks out of the room. Charlotte quickly takes a seat on her sister’s bed.
So you’re staying home from school??
Uh huh…
Want me to get your homework for you?
Could you please...?
Sure! Anything for my big sissy!
Heather smiles as their mother returns with a tiny cup of cold medicine and a glass of water in her hands. Heather sits up and takes the cups from her mother. She quickly downs the medicine and chases it with the water, cringing at the nasty taste.
All right, now you just rest. I’ll call and check on you a little bit later, okay?
Okay, mom…
All right. Then c’mon Charlie, let’s go.
Okay, mommy!
Charlotte gives her sister a tight hug before standing up.
Bye, Heart! I hope you feel better!
Charlotte crosses the short distance to her bed and retrieves her backpack while her mother kisses Heather on the forehead, forcing the young girl to smile again.
Try to feel better, sweetie. I love you so so much.
I love you too, mommy…
Her mother smiles and waves goodbye to Heather as she ushers Charlotte out the door with her other hand. Heather lays back and listens as her mother and sister make their way out to the car and pull out of the driveway. She closes her eyes as the sound of the car grows quiet in the distance…
Suddenly the loud, unmistakable sound of a car crash fills her ears.
Amy. Hey!
Amelia’s eyes shot open as she sat upright with a start, struggling a little to catch her breath after the dreadfully realistic dream. She looked up to find her bandmates, Natalie, Cindy, and Kelly staring at her, all three with concern on her face. She looked around as she rubbed her eyes, trying to remember where she was. She soon remembered she was in Natalie’s basement for one of Matriarch’s writing sessions.
You okay, Aim?
We were going to let you sleep but it looked like you were having a nightmare so we got worried.
Yeah… Yeah, I’m good. I’m… just stressing about this match, I guess.
Cindy and Kelly looked at each other while Natalie stared hard at Amelia. She was the “mom” of the group, so she could tell when Hearts wasn’t totally truthful. In return, Amelia did her best to avoid eye contact.
Amy. Come on.
I’m serious. It’s seriously stressing me the fuck out. I-I mean… I’m literally fighting for the general manager. If I screw it up, I’m fucked.
Natalie kept quiet, knowing Amelia sharing what’s on her mind was a rare occurrence. Kelly, on the other hand...
Ain’t you fighting the big boss? Won’t you get fucked either way?
...Goddammit…
Amelia buried her head in her hands as the stress from her nightmare began to mix with the anxiety about her match. Natalie took a seat on the couch next to Amy and rubbed her back. Cindy sat down on the armrest and Kelly leaned over the back of the couch over Amelia.
Fuck ‘em, Aim. Don’t worry about the consequences. It’s a match, just win first and worry about repercussions later.
Yeah! And even if you lose, Ms. Ortiz seems nice! I’m sure she’ll understand.
Well… Let’s just say I don’t want to find out. I’m sure her girlfriend would be pissed though.
You could kick her ass.
Kelly!
What, it’s true! Just cuz they’re teammates now doesn’t mean they won’t face off one day. And Amy’s the best asskicker I’ve ever seen.
Girls! Focus! We’re trying to help ‘Mel focus.
Saying she’s good at kicking ass isn’t helping her out?
Not in this case, baby.
All right. I’ll shut up.
I appreciate it though, chica...
What’s important is that we’re with you, Mellie! No matter what happens, the three of us will always be in your corner!
Amelia couldn’t help but smile but did her best to hide it nevertheless. Natalie giggled and brought Amelia in for a light hug. Amy resisted for a brief moment before relenting and settling in and embracing the hug. Realizing a very rare moment of affection from their lead singer, Kelly and Cindy quickly joined in on the now-group hug. The band remained quiet for a moment as they enjoyed the moment. But soon, Amelia was the first to speak.
Hey, uh… sorry for fucking up the session.
It’s cool, ‘Mel. We can write anytime. Making sure you’re okay is more important.
Amelia sighed.
Well… I guess we’ll see if I’m okay or not.
Kelly patted Amy on the back.
You’re gonna do great Aim. Now, you wanna do some screaming for us?
Amelia openly smiled now. She nodded and took a sheet of lyrics from Natalie. She clears her throat and prepares to sing…But yet, something still stuck in the back of her mind…
What if she couldn’t provide for all the people counting on her?...
Amelia stands in an open field with her back to the camera. She’s dressed in black ankle boots, ripped blue jeans, a black leather jacket with her heart logo on the back, and a black New York Jets baseball cap turned backward over her blonde hair, tied up in a tight ponytail.
War is hell, ain’t it?
She turns to face the viewer, a look of shaky confidence on her face.
At least, that’s what people say, right? I mean, obviously, I’ve never been to war myself so I’m just going off what I’ve heard.
Amelia begins to pace a little, taking small steps before turning around and repeating in the opposite direction.
I’d imagine going to war with partners you’re not exactly on common ground with would make things just a teensy bit harder. That’s pretty much why I go at it alone for the most part. Yeah, I get knocked down more often than not, but at least I’m not fucking it up for someone else in the process.
A pained look crosses Amelia’s face as a memory jumps back into her mind. She stops pacing for a moment and just stares at the grass.
I’ve… dragged a lot of people down in the past. I struggle to think of a time where I haven’t let someone down. Most recently, one of my partners in this match, Portia, I managed to screw her out of those tag titles.
My mom, my sister, my band…
Hearts suddenly looks up and turns her head toward the camera, as if she suddenly remembered it was there.
I guess I’m getting off-topic. The point is, I’m not what anyone would call a good teammate, ally, friend, all of the above. But bosslady Ortiz picked me for some reason and I’ll be goddamned if I let her down without a fuckin fight!
And, of course, it helps a little bit to know our opponents aren’t exactly the cream of the crop. One’s yet another paper champion, holding a strap for a while doing sweet fuck all with it. Another is his partner in a stable in dire need of a spelling lesson, the same one Portia and I already beat because he’s all bark and no bite, and the third, you’d think it’d be Voxx since she’s also in that little clan of fuck-ups but you’d be wrong! Not even Moore is stupid enough to use her. Instead, they go with a grown-ass man who plays with fuckin dolls. Pathetic.
Now… where oh where do I fucking begin with these clowns? How about my future opponent, Dorian? The man who, whenever Kylie stops protecting him and lets me at him, I’m gonna take the Horrorcore title from. But first! I gotta whoop this clown in WarGames.
This is a dude who needs shortcuts to get ahead. He grouped up with Voxx and Stylez in an attempt to gain even more notoriety. He helped beat down the tag champs because they didn't think they needed to wait for a shot at the straps.
This motherfucker wants us to think he's some kind of regal, noble champion worth our respect but he's a little bitch in every way. There's nothing about him that makes me believe he's worth any of my attention other than to beat him to a bloody pulp.
Amelia throws her hands up in the air, maybe out of some kind of frustration.
Even down to winning that fucking strap, he needed help! We all know I was going to put that motherfucker away and win that title for myself but of fucking course he had to get help. Derrick fucking Vayden had to stick his fucking nose where it didn’t belong and handed that belt to a guy who didn’t fucking deserve it.
Do I seem salty? Goddamn right I am. But more on that when I get after him one on one.
Amelia removed her hat and ran her hand through her hair for a moment before replacing her hat.
Speaking of Vayden… Johnny! Congrats on finally winning those tag titles. Kinda surprised me after Portia and I kicked your and Derrick’s asses in the first round of the tournament.
Oh but wait. You didn’t actually win those titles, did you? You jumped the champions from behind like a little bitch and stole them.
You two, Dorian and Johnny, how the fuck are we supposed to respect you? How are we supposed to take you as serious threats when you do absolutely nothing to make us believe you’re a real threat outside of cheap shots and underhanded tactics?
A couple of cowards. You’re not men, you’re not champions. You’re fucking pussies. And you know why I’m so excited to get inside that cage with you clowns? Because you can’t fucking run. You can’t hide. You can’t wait until our backs are turned to strike. I’m excited because I get to see exactly what you two dipshits are made of when you are in a straight up fair fight. And I just know you’re not gonna be able to handle it. You’re going to get in there and get your lily white asses kicked. By me, by Portia, by Lucy, it doesn’t fuckin matter. You’re going to get fuckin stomped
I only wish that creepy little bitch you two hang around with was in there with us. But I guess I’ll settle with the creep playing with toys, not taking a thing seriously.
Amelia shakes her head and chuckles to herself.
Gotta be honest, the thing that pisses me off most about Carter is that he got to hang with Nikki fucking Sixx and I didn’t.
But… what do you do with your time with a fucking rock legend? You play with toys? You waste your time, you waste his time, your girl’s time, everyone’s fucking time.
I say all that to ask you… are you really that fuckin immature? Are you that big of a manchild that you’d rather subject yourself and everyone around you to your little make believe games than face reality?
Hearts resumes her pacing, looking down at the ground as she speaks.
Obviously, that’s rhetorical, you big dope. I know you’re fuckin stupid, easily manipulated. You do whatever you’re told like a good little boy. I know this because of what you’ve been doing the last few weeks. Jumping the three of us multiple times, playing along with Kylie’s goons with the whole “one of these things is not like the other” schtick, working under Cerise, clearly, you’re just easily manipulated. Willing to do anything for anyone because you’re too gullible and too stupid to think for yourself.
Welp, sorry to say, but you chose the wrong side in this case. Because all the shit you ignorantly did made you a whole lot of enemies. And those enemies are going to treat you like one of your fucking teddy bears and rip the fucking stuffing out.
I’m going to make sure that, by the time that cage rises and we’re declared the winners of WarGames, you learn a real important lesson about who you trust and who you fuck with.
The Prince of Horrorcore… Don of Disrespect… Khaos… It’s cute, it’s all real fuckin cute. But I don’t do cute. I’m going to kick you all apart. I’m going to help Ms. Ortiz stick it to bitchlady once and for all. I’m going to do my damndest to win this match. But not for me. I don’t give a shit about looking good through all of this.
Amelia stops pacing and faces the viewer again. She scratches her chin in thought as she speaks.
Nah, this shit is bigger than me. This is for my team. This is for Ortiz. This is for anyone who’s ever given a shit about me despite my best efforts to convince them otherwise. The people that trusted me, put faith in me, put me in the position I’m in.
Amelia walks up to the camera, getting really close to the viewer.
The three of you fucks, Dorian, Johnny, Damien, I need all of you to listen real fuckin carefully. Lucy, Portia, and me… We’re going to fuck you up. We’re going to tear you apart. And by the end of it, after we’ve made you scream and beg for your mommies, only then will you finally realize the true meaning of the phrase…
War is hell.
Amelia gives the briefest of smiles before storming out of the shot before it slowly fades to black.