Post by Jack Tillman on Mar 30, 2017 19:48:46 GMT -5
Chapter One
May 8th, 2009
Omaha, Nebraska
AGE 13
-It's been three days since father passed away from a heart attack. I have no more tears to shed as I look at his grave. The funeral has just finished and everyone is gone. I'm the only one left as I just stare at dirt and a head stone that reads his name. Mother is next to him in the ground, passed away five years ago from a car accident. I've missed her since she passed, just like how I will miss father right now.....mostly because I'm all alone now.
-Father drove off the rest of my brothers and sisters. Pushed them to hard to follow him into the wrestling industry. I don't mind the training, but from what I heard, my training was lighter compared to the rest of them. None of them showed up to the funeral. Many people showed up though. Allot were wrestlers. Old rivals. Old employees. Past students. Everyone had a story to tell about my father at the wake. Some funny, some sad, but all honest in saying that he was a loyal friend and a true legend in the industry. They all told me that if I ever needed help or wanted any training in the business to call them up.
-A nice lady from child services told me that I can stay as long as I want as I just stare at the grave. The patter of rain drops hit my hair and I know it's time to leave......but I don't want to. I'm not ready. Just a couple more minutes. All of these emotions, just swirling around my head but I don't know how to handle it all. I'm lost. I'm confused. I'm scared. I'm angry. I'm.......I'm.......I'm......
-And then a hand is placed on my shoulder. Rough and tight as it squeezes my right shoulder. Looking at the corner of my eye, I see a familiar face. One that I haven't seen for awhile but one that my father always smiled to when he came to visit. Over my other shoulder, I hear a familiar voice that always brought a smile to my face when he came to visit. The man on my right is Chris Constantine, a former student of my father who later became a manager. The other man to my right is Kurt Newman. A former student who's still in the business today. Both men will mold me into what I am today. I don't know this yet though as Kurt does his best to help out a child that just lost his father.
Kurt Newman: "Jackie boy.......this world is that of chapters to a story. Today is the end of one chapter and the beginning of a new one. Chris and I will there to help you write this next chapter of your life. Would you like that?"
-I don't know what to do or say at this very moment. My mind is that of darkness as the rain begins to come down a little bit harder now. But I don't want to go now. Not just yet. Another minute please. I just want to burry all of these feelings into this cemetery.....because I never want to feel like this ever again.
-End Scene
May 8th, 2009
Omaha, Nebraska
AGE 13
-It's been three days since father passed away from a heart attack. I have no more tears to shed as I look at his grave. The funeral has just finished and everyone is gone. I'm the only one left as I just stare at dirt and a head stone that reads his name. Mother is next to him in the ground, passed away five years ago from a car accident. I've missed her since she passed, just like how I will miss father right now.....mostly because I'm all alone now.
-Father drove off the rest of my brothers and sisters. Pushed them to hard to follow him into the wrestling industry. I don't mind the training, but from what I heard, my training was lighter compared to the rest of them. None of them showed up to the funeral. Many people showed up though. Allot were wrestlers. Old rivals. Old employees. Past students. Everyone had a story to tell about my father at the wake. Some funny, some sad, but all honest in saying that he was a loyal friend and a true legend in the industry. They all told me that if I ever needed help or wanted any training in the business to call them up.
-A nice lady from child services told me that I can stay as long as I want as I just stare at the grave. The patter of rain drops hit my hair and I know it's time to leave......but I don't want to. I'm not ready. Just a couple more minutes. All of these emotions, just swirling around my head but I don't know how to handle it all. I'm lost. I'm confused. I'm scared. I'm angry. I'm.......I'm.......I'm......
-And then a hand is placed on my shoulder. Rough and tight as it squeezes my right shoulder. Looking at the corner of my eye, I see a familiar face. One that I haven't seen for awhile but one that my father always smiled to when he came to visit. Over my other shoulder, I hear a familiar voice that always brought a smile to my face when he came to visit. The man on my right is Chris Constantine, a former student of my father who later became a manager. The other man to my right is Kurt Newman. A former student who's still in the business today. Both men will mold me into what I am today. I don't know this yet though as Kurt does his best to help out a child that just lost his father.
Kurt Newman: "Jackie boy.......this world is that of chapters to a story. Today is the end of one chapter and the beginning of a new one. Chris and I will there to help you write this next chapter of your life. Would you like that?"
-I don't know what to do or say at this very moment. My mind is that of darkness as the rain begins to come down a little bit harder now. But I don't want to go now. Not just yet. Another minute please. I just want to burry all of these feelings into this cemetery.....because I never want to feel like this ever again.
-End Scene
