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She picks up her bag, and continues to watch the little girl, following her every move in the mirror world. She slings the strap over her shoulder, and waves at the reflection, which of course, is waving back. Sara smiles, as a chapter of her life comes to a close. She turns towards the doorway, but is surprised to see her step-father, and step-sister standing there. Jane has her arms crossed, and Will stands behind her. Jane walks into the room, and puts her hand on Sara's shoulder. Sara looks at Jane, and brushes her off. "Hey, whats that about?" Jane says, not expecting Sara to do so.
"I know what you're going to say Jane. I know what you're thinking. I personally don't want to hear it." Sara says to her.
"That so?" Jane says, "I was going to ask if you think it's such a great idea to move to California, after assaulting a fan, and refusing to sign autographs."
"Well, I have my reasons for doing that Jane. And you know what they were. And it isn't really that smart for me to travel across country every week. I know you guys don't think I'm ready for this. But no offense, I've grown up in this family, I'm ready for anything." Sara says walking pass her step-sister.
Will stops her though, throwing his arm up in the door frame, blocking Sara from walking out.
"You don't think I know about everything? You think I don't know about your neck? Or the surgery? You don't think I know about the picture Shawn Walsh, and obviously a lot of other people have. You sell me short kid. I don't appreciate that. I'm not going to stop you from going...but this is it little girl. You're on your own from now on. Twelve years ago, I took you in because no one else would. Just remember that." Will says before moving aside and letting Sara leave her room.
Sara doesn't respond too him. She just looks passed. As she descends the stairs, and gets to the front door, she turns around, and looks back on the house in which she grew up. She sighs, feeling emotionally torn. On one hand she feels like she's walking away from everything she has ever known. At the same time, she knows that this is the only real way to become herself.
She walks up to the moving van, where the moving men who are taking her things to California are finishing loading things up. Sara tells them to go on their way, telling them she'll meet them at the apartment in Paradise. They drive away, leaving Sara there. She immediately hails a taxi to take her to two places.
You know, this is a really tough thing for me. I never thought of moving away from this place for good. I never thought of just picking up everything, and setting out for a new place. I had always imagined traveling somewhere new, week in, and week out, and returning here to Ozone Park when I could. Never had I considered just going to somewhere else.
I love New York. It's the one place that has constantly been home for me, my entire life. But I can't justify staying at home anymore, not with CWF taking operations permanently to California. I guess you could say this is the last part of shedding who I used to be. The last part of shedding the legacy of the past, and being able to begin my own story.
You know, I've lived in NYC my whole life, and there are so many things I can think of that I never did. I never went to the top of the Empire State Building. I never went to a Yankees game. And somehow, even with the many times Mom and Dad would take us all to Coney Island, I never had an original Nathan's hot dog. I guess those are going to have to wait for sometime when I come back. Because I will come back at some point, I've already decided on that. The question just remains, when will I return. I'm hoping after a long successful career in California.
Ah, California, swimming pools...movie stars. Too bad Paradise is nowhere near L.A. Who knows, maybe my movie career would pick up again. But you all probably forgot about that whole thing. It was months ago anyway. Its hard for me to think about my match, when I'm thinking so much about the things I'm leaving behind. My family, my friends. No more trips to CCWA&ICE to see mom's old XCW friends. No more just going to the Ozone Park Cemetery to talk to Mom.
But then again, I guess thats not really necessary anymore. Ice has become a part of who I am. There really isn't much for me to ask mom anymore. Besides, I kinda want to start figuring things out for myself.
Now I'm sure you all want to know what I have to say about this match. I don't know, what is there to say about it? I mean, really, what is there to say that hasn't been said, other then the fact that, despite what Rayn and Lucia might think, I'm not scared of that ladder. Yes, the last time I was in a match with a ladder involved, it ended up being pretty ugly on my end. And yes, I know my neck is being held together with what is essentially futuristic medical duct tape, and that if I just happen to land awkwardly once, it could be all over for me.
But then again, in this business, thats how it always is. Just ask my Uncle Nate. If I was to let that fear creep into my head, I wouldn't be able to wrestle this week, or maybe ever. You might think it's stupid for me to say I'm not afraid. But really, honestly, and truthfully, I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid of a wheelchair. I'm not afraid of cane. I'm not afraid of ending my career this weekend. I mean, look at it you guys. If my career ends Saturday, what do I have to regret? Not winning the RWA Title? Psssh...who cares about that strap anymore? I've done so much in my five months in this business, that if I had to walk away from it all right now, and had to do something else, something that requires a desk, and a computer, and a telephone, I could look back without any regrets.
I think I have gotten to that point now that I'm out of Mom, Dad, and Andrew Mitchell Pettis' legacies. Shit, by this point, to the casual wrestling fan, they're probably only thought of as being my parents. You know, kinda like how the casual wrestling fan in this day in age thinks of Cowboy Bob as just being Randy Orton's dad.
No, now it's just about adding to the legacy of myself. And about continuing to fortify the foundation of CWF in this new age. The CWF belt has become like my child. The CWF name has become to me what XCW was to my parents. I don't know, I mean, I'm done living in their legacy, and here I go, making analogies comparing XCW and CWF. Letting them (XCW that is) back into the forefront of who I am.
Maybe I'll never be able to completely shake that legacy. Maybe I'll never be able to completely surpass my parents. Oh well, at least when someone talks about me, it's not all about my name anymore.
And Lucia, you really think I care about how you used to climb all the time to paint graffiti? So you've climbed ladders before, big deal. Who hasn't? So you've hung from an over pass while spraying your tag on it. So has just about every country bumpkin from B.F.E. who has ever thought they were in love. Have you ever been on a Interstate going through the South? Probably not, or else you'd realize with every bridge, viaduct, and overpass that Billy Ray <3s Betty Sue, and that what you spent your time doing was nothing special.
It's a ladder. I've fallen from it before. I got up, and wrestled the next week, and every week since then. Doing the exact same thing you've been doing Lucia....except I also have won all of my tag matches in CWF too. You're CWF streak doesn't impress me. End mine first and then we'll talk about which one of us is truly more impressive.
I do have to ask though, what are your plans now that CWF is out in California now? You still going to be running around New York, night in, and night out. Doing the same West Side Story gang shit? And then flying out to California on the weekends? If thats what you do, have fun with that. I mean, seriously, let me know how that works out for you.
The scene opens in the Ozone Park Cemetery. You all know the significance of this place, so do I really need to mention it? Sara stands at her mother's grave, and just looks at the marker. Outside the gates of the cemetery, the taxi waits for her, with the meter running. But Sara doesn't care about that. She just stands there, not saying anything. She wonders again what her Mom must be thinking about her leaving home. Going to a new place she had never been before.
"I just want you too know, leaving you behind here, is the hardest part about leaving home." Sara whispers.
Sara looks up again at the marker, and notices a envelope sitting on it, "SARA" written on the front. She flips it over, noticing that it is sealed with a gold seal. It wasn't there when she first got there. At least, she didn't see it when she first walked up. She looks around, noticing no one around to have just left it. She looks at where the Taxi is sitting outside of the gate, the driver outside, waiting or Sara, smoking a cigarette while leaning on the front fender. Sara bends over, and picks up the envelope.
"So what is this mom?" Sara says as she opens the envelope, unfolding it to reveal a message, written in black India Ink.
Is there a heaven?
Is there a hell?
Or is there only...
Nirvana.
Sara cocks her head, confused by what the inside of the envelope says. She folds it back up, and slips it into the back pocket of her jeans.
"Hey, chicca! You do realize the meter is running right?" the cab driver yells at her as he flicks his cigarette, and begins to pull out a new one.
"Yea, I know, just keep smoking!" Sara yells back at the cabbie, who just shrugs at this, and lights his next cigarette.
"Thats one thing I'm not going to miss about this place mom. The courtesy of the people here." Sara says, looking back towards her mother's marker.
A drop of rain falls, and hits Sara in the forehead. She looks up at the gray, October sky of New York, and chuckles, "I'm not going to miss this either...the lovely weather." before the rain begins to pick up, starting to soak her.
Sara spins around, looking at the neighborhood around the cemetery. "But I'm still going to miss it...I'm going to miss it every day."
Sara turns back one more time towards the marker, before kissing her own hand, and holding it to the engraved stone baring her mother's name. She holds her hand there, even with the rain pouring, just soaking in every last thing she can.
"Hey, chicca! If you don't start moving soon, I'll just have you pay what the meter says now! I don't have all night to wait for you!" the cab driver yells now sitting in the driver's seat, having gotten out of the rain.
"I guess thats my cue Mom. I'll see you whenever it is I get a chance to come back...I love you." Sara says, before walking away from the marker, and out of the cemetery.
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