Lost

Monster Within ☘

"There has to be a way to get rid of all the pain you are holding in." My shrink, Joshua Turner told me five months ago when Ash appointed one for me.

The idea of going to a shrink meant I was admitting my weakness which was difficult but Ash can be very persuasive. I attended his lessons for a month and had to listen to the shit he spoke for an hour that was attractive only in theory.

But his words of finding ways to get rid of the pain twisted in my head. And I was fighting pain with pain. Getting tattoos, drinking, drugs, getting in a mess with paparazzi and one thing that media had no clue about, underground fighting.

The injuries from the fight kept me awake at night and that kept nightmares away. Or sometimes the pain was too much to bear and I had to take painkillers which induced sleep sometimes dream free. I turned into a monster in the ring, my anger and energy focused on my opponent. He was not a human for me, he was a punching bag. He was not someone with feels and emotions, he was there to vent my anger out.

Royals are those celebrities which take part in such fight clubs and like to remain hidden behind a mask as they unleash their real self in the fight.

Not to brag but I was the most expensive of the Royals. I was the Satan, the undefeated fighter of the club. The one challenging me is either mad or suicidal, people knew how I fought.

My opponent for this fight was called Wolf. I was not the least bit interested in him or how he will fight. Reappearing of nightmares made me edgy and I was all in to see some blood. A week long of overseas schedule didn't help me at all and I went through million emotions during this time. First I felt angry at the girl for being happy which was totally a jerk thing, then I moved on to the phase where I thought that why should everyone be sad just because I am.

I ended up with a conclusion in my head. Many people will have eyes like my sister and smile like her but that doesn't mean I should be so rattled. I should proceed to my path of destruction of myself.

By the time I was back home, I called the Fight Club to fix me a fight because I was a mess. Two week from now was the day my sister died and for a fucking strong six inches tall man I was scared. I never told about this to anyone but I have never been to her grave because that would mean accepting that my sister was gone.

"Hoods down." The command came and the Wolf followed the orders.

I accessed my opponent with ease as we warmed up for the match. He had good height and built, his stance said he was no stranger to violence and his eyes focused, too focused as if he was desperate to win.

He was too easy.

After circling around keeping an eye on each other, my lips lifted in a provoking smirk. But the guy was smarter than that. He was looking for loopholes but he didn't know I had none. He made the mistake of attacking first, his fist missing my stomach while I dodged his attack and circled around him to hit him square on his back.