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Thoughts in Isolation
Topic Started: Mar 22 2017, 12:05 AM (235 Views)
Lyza Reyes

Frustration and anger nearly outdid the physical pain I felt after my match at Destiny Chapter 4. I wanted to end this feud with Cyncity once and for all, but losing to her? Nooo, I wasn't about to accept that. Only thing is, I need to consider who all are involved here - outside the ring and such. I still want the woman to maintain her dignity as a mother and a person in general. Ugh, to the 10th power. Deep down, I don't think she's a bad person, but as long as I'm around, she isn't going to let her guard down. Motherisms. Tough noogies.

It was now time for me to reflect and focus on becoming better for whatever I have to deal with next. I need to curve the negativity from the podcasts, blogs, and guys like Damien Marks.

Realla deez Pokeball Smokebombs.

What did they know? I didn't ruin anyone’s marriage. I didn't take away someone’s man while they were on the road for business. I wasn't even trying to be Nolan’s replacement mother. People want their Jerry Springer fix at someone else’s expense.

Makes sense.

It's back to keeping it cool and collected. Nina was always there with the words of wisdom, while Brandon would take me out on mini-dates or keep me distracted with a DIY home project. This week however, was his turn to prepare and get into the groove for SAP Wrestling along with other upcoming events. The pity party was canceled this week. He’s gotta focus on his opponents.

Now I'm also due for another dose of Ultra.

Get some.


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March 15, 2017

As the middle of the week hits, Lyza decides to go on a morning venture after working out at a pilates studio in Brooklyn, New York. Leaving Brandon to sleep through the morning, she kept him in mind when she left a neatly folded “secret note square” on the night stand next to him. The note would include a haiku, along with instructions mimicking a pirate’s map on where to find a box of Caramel deLites Girl Scout Cookies in Casa del Banks.

The lion rises
Releasing a hungry roar
Soon to feast, my King


Several blocks from the pilates studio, there’s a place Lyza often frequented when she lived in Queens. “Lift/Next Level Floats” was known for its “isolation tank seshes” as she referred them as. Despite flotation therapy being featured in “Stranger Things,” (in a modest approach,) she was drawn to the sessions while listening to a Joe Rogan podcast a couple summers back.

After checking in with the receptionist, she proceeds from the waiting room to another room containing a shower and changing area. She goes from wearing her workout gear, now sporting an olive green bikini top and matching boy shorts. Her belongings are stored away in an enclosed compartment. She inspects the room, making sure the door was locked and that any potential for distractions were ixnayed. Satisfied, she opens another door within the changing area, and steps down into an even smaller room with an egg-shaped pod filled with water. With a careful motion, she enters the tub, pulling the top half to enclose herself.

“I missed this…” she says, submerging herself in the water to only float back up.

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There’s a difference in temperature which prompts Lyza to open her eyes abruptly. She looks up and is struck with sunlight instead of the LED bulbs from the enclosure. The body of water creates waves, pushing her in the direction of the surface. She quickly rotates her body to get in a swimmer’s position. With a few strokes against the salty waters, she then stands on her two feet, walking several yards to make it to the white sandy shore.

“Ow,” she utters, stepping over a cracked seashell. She shakes it off, walking along the sand barefoot, in the same olive green two piece. She seems to know where she’s heading as she walks with purpose and no hesitance in her stride. She comes to a halt steps away from a two story beach house surrounded by palm trees and a small garden with exotic flowers.

“Still holding up well,” she says, observing the exterior. There’s a sense of calm despite the waves crashing against the rocks in the distance. A few animals make their calls from the trees and surrounding tropical forest. She kneels down on the bottom of the wooden staircase, reaching underneath the porch to fish out a single key from a tight space between floorboards. She then stands up, walking up the steps to unlock the front door. She gently pushes the door forward, then reaches for the light switch to illuminate the room.

Dead plants and the smell of a stuffy house triggers both her sense of vision and smell. She shuts the door behind her and proceeds to open the front windows with the screens down for some fresh air to come through.

She spins on her heels to give the house another look. There's a calendar attached to the wall that reads, “Bienvenido a Playa Chiquita, Pura Vida.” She raises the pages, releasing them to see any dates that were either circled in red or contained any notes.

“April’s going to be groovy,” she says, looking at a drawing of her fur-son Aries on the page corresponding to the month in which she adopted him. She's already thinking about potential party themes.

She now moves on to the next room (the dining area to be exact,) not making much of it. The room was left spotless, not having much use as guests often ate at nearby restaurants or in the rooms upstairs. The sound of metal clanking against a solid surface perks her up, as she didn't have nearby neighbors. She cuts through the dining room and walks into the kitchen. Her heart drops at the sight in front of her.

Lyza rubs her eyes, seeing a middle-aged raven-haired man and woman donned in sheep-skinned cloaks seated on bar stools. A long braid sits over the woman’s torso like Rapunzel. Beside them, she sees a much younger version of her father, wearing a pair of acid wash jeans, a Pink Floyd t-shirt, and black Chucks. With a spoon, he scoops out half an avocado from its pit onto a serving dish set in the middle of the breakfast bar.

“Quieres?” he motions at Lyza, offering.

“...Gracias, I’m alright. I had a shake earlier.”

This wasn't their first reunion since his passing. The first spiritual encounter occurred nearly three years ago when she had a brush with death. He shakes his head, vivid in his movements and overall presence. This feels real and no different than their past interactions when he was alive and well.

“I'd rather not explain to our family what that is,” he says, jokingly as he glances over at the indigenous couple. They give him a nod, and speak amongst one another in what may be Mayan dialect.

“So um...what brought you guys here? Did you forget anything? ...Did I forget anything since my last visit?” The last question was moreso for herself. She’s guilty of leaving Aries’ food bag open one time when she left him alone for a few hours.

“Te has salido de la raya, y no quiero que te pierdas, mija.”

She accepts this. Just when she had this glorifying moment at Crowned Royalty, she was dragged down below she could even celebrate. Cyncity was the Ms. Trunchbull to her Matilda and Bruce (especially in that scene where he ate all that damn cake.) Top that with the irrational thoughts looming in her mind when she wasn’t booked for any matches, and everyday shenanigans, she was scatter-minded. The worst had been brought out from her, though she felt relieved in a sense that this was realized sooner than later.

“It’s difficult taking a step back when you’re in the moment. Would you be so kind and send me a guardian angel?”

“One that’ll tell you to cover up,” he says with a sigh. “You need to go back as your work is not complete.”

“Don’t remind me…” she says, pouting for a second before letting a smirk slip. He returns the expression, placing his hands over her. He lets out a sigh before releasing her.

The earth begins to tremble. Lyza’s eyes widen, as she feels the movements of the tectonic plates from below, assuming this is what an earthquake feels like. The Mayan couple make their way out of the beach house through the back door. Lyza’s father follows their lead. She doesn’t understand what’s going on, as she looks at the kitchen table, and the doorway, thinking where to seek cover. The trembling stops almost a minute later. She dashes over to the back door, opening it.

She’s alone again - at least on land. The sound of an aircraft within close proximity draws her gaze toward the sky. She sees a cloud of smoke release from the tail of the unusual looking aircraft, watching it form into the shape of a bird.

From the yard, she makes her way around the property until she is now in front of the house. She follows her footsteps left in the sand from earlier until she reaches the turquoise waters.

“Your session is complete.”

Lyza slowly opens her eyes. She sees the blue LED lights before proceeding to open the top half of the pod. As she emerges from the water, she notices her left hand balled into a fist. She loosens the grip, finding a necklace tangled in her fingers. She tilts her head to the side, observing the wood carved piece in the middle, resembling a small creature with almond shaped eyes.

“D’aw, I love souvenirs!” she says, putting the necklace above her head.
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