Thread:OriMoxx/@comment-34745594-20180527204144/@comment-30073052-20180604022404

Remembering Old Times (Wrath story)

It was a windy day in Miami Florida. Shea Coulee and I decided to go to our gig an hour early as we planned to take the scenic route as we just landed this morning and we wanted to see Miami before our next flight tomorrow morning. While we were walking down the street with our drag Shea and I started talking about our time on Season 9 of RuPaul's Drag Race. it was a fine conversation until we hit episode 5's topic. "Remember when you wanted to be Blac Chyna but instead I got it?" Shea asked. "Yeah im still pretty sad about that" I replied. But I lied I was still infuriated with Shea and Alexis Michelle. They were completely trying to sabotage me. "Well I still deserved that role" Shea chuckled. I looked at her with such rage in my face and it was so dead silent you could hear a pin drop from a mile away. "I'm just kidding Shea come on let's go I want to see more of Miami before we reach our gig." I was lying again. as Coco Montrese once said herself "IM NOT JOKING BITCH!" I'm still infuriated that someone could do such a thing to sabotage their fellow sister. We reached our gig and my mind went blank. Next thing I knew I was holding a match and I dropped it upon regaining myself. I didn't know what happen. but I looked down and there was Shea... Dead, bruised and gutted. Everything was set ablaze due to the room we were in was doused in kerosene and the last thing I saw in that room was blood on the wall in my handwriting saying "I shoulda been Blac Chyna." I ran out grinning because it's what Shea deserved. I shoulda been Blac Chyna and everyone knew it. Nothing has made me more satisfied then seeing her lifeless on the floor being on fire. I quickly escaped to New York. Moments later I went to a club and before my mind went completely blank again, I said "Hey Alexis Michelle..." and all I heard was screaming fading out and me not being able to see a single thing.