Post by B l a n k on Mar 21, 2016 21:54:43 GMT -5
Most people claim the sky, the world, is boundless, yet for some it’s as if the world has shrunk. Into a tiny compartment by another’s design. Within this space there is no rhyme or reason to their actions of destruction. They simply do whatever they feel like. These few people, whose world shrunk, crave rules, or any type of structure to make sense of everyone. That is why the small world folks stray from the ‘real world’ and lock themselves inside of video games. Perhaps any other hobbies that require loners. Writers, sewing, artists and anything else. Functions where they can stay anonymous to avoid people.
Tara Dola (Doh-luh): eighteen, unpopular, practically friendless, bullied, socially incompetent, socially phobic, and supreme gamer.
She made it a life goal to steer clear of people once she realized how sadistic they could all be. They taunted and schemed. Did cruel things just to test if they could and it was all without an ounce of regret. All of them justified their misdeeds with faked apologies, fully knowing they would repeat it on endless loops.
That was why Tara excelled at sewing, why she plunged herself into video games, anime, cosplaying, writing, and drawing. Cosplaying was viewed as a social hobby, but not when you took your own photos. With these selected hobbies at her fingertips, there was no reason to attend regular High School. Under her parents noses she enrolled into an online school and remained there for six months and four days… Somehow they just never realized she never left the house or that her slim friend choices never visited. Tara had repeatedly sent in reasons to the school to why she couldn’t go in… They even kicked her out. It was one damn letter home that she missed and it sealed her fate...
After a month of ‘trying to understand’, her parents sent her to someone she could ‘talk’ to. That therapist meant to pull her, kicking and screaming, back into the ‘real world’. Tara spend two months sitting on a cheddar colored couch creating holes in an old green sweater. It was a random day when she felt the need to actually speak… Probably because the previous night she read a story about this guy who died alone. He did this because he shut the world out. How lonely… Something sparked inside her brain to just begin to ramble to Ms. Brown.
She hated school, people were terrifying, social events made her crack in half, and her parents were emotionally absent. They cared when it was convenient. Tara watched Ms. Brown soak up the information like a sponge, she sat there quietly, jotted a few things down and at the end requested if she could speak. They traded positions. Tara returned to gnawing on her nails until they were stubs, while Ms. Brown spoke.
Small steps… First, Tara was suppose to go the store and buy something. She wasn’t allowed to go through the self-check out either.
It had taken twenty times of sobbing inside the store before the nerve was musted to purchase a pack of gum. Not a single word to the cashier though, they communicated through Tara nodding. When Ms. Brown heard, she praised Tara as if something grand occurred. Tara shared the gum with her to mark that joyous occasion.
Soon, it built up to large places like the mall, concerts, and the last step had been school. Tara refused to speak to anyone in school however. She rushed from class to class to avoid conversations. The teachers never called on her because they were just ‘glad’ she returned. Their fake smiles had been believable for the first day, but they faded. After three months of school, Ms. Brown decided it was time to take another step… Join a sport.
Tara enjoyed to run because it only took her own two legs. Track was out of the question though… It had to be team based. Their had to be contact. They wanted to squish her social phobia.
Tara had no issue in hating the world but apparently it was frowned upon.
The first day the ‘shut-in’ learned she had anger issues… was the day Jenny got her shoulder dislocated in a bad day of Basketball practice. That was when Ms. Brown had to find a contact sport that could allow Tara to rely on herself…That was the day when they learned Tara should become a wrestler.
She excelled in wrestling- physically. There was a draw back that Tara hadn't thought of... Verbal communication. She had to shoot promos and tell the person across from her why they would lose. It was difficult at first, but she found a way to push past it. She found a way to enjoy the single social activity that suited the shut-in...
One year later and it was time to take another step forward. Tara entered into IPW.