Aida Fliess watched her flat screen with mundane interest in the image of herself fighting paparazzis.

"Since her suspension from the UFC league Fliess seems to be on a downward spiral. This image your seeing now is of Fliess getting into it with local paparazzis after reportedly being kicked out of the famous LA night club."

Whatever dude. Of course they were gonna skip the parts where she was vexed first. Who willingly talks shit to someone that can beat your ass? Apparently paparazzis and people of LA.

And also it was kind of sad that she was kicked out of the club for throwing a drink when she could have easily snapped someone's neck or sent them flying over the bar counter. They should honestly thank her for her self control in the moment.

"It seems we can expect to see this former glorious fighter in court again soon-"

Aida cut the tv off aggressively. Fuck them. The hell did they know?

It was that time of day where she had to fight the demons in her head and appease to her manic spiral at the same time. She took another Xanax and grabbed her black Micheal Khors bag.

She was barely standing up straight when she slid on her boots And dawned her trademark leather jacket. Her tipsy ness should have indicated that her car keys were indeed not the things for her to grab next but being Aida fliess that was indeed what she grabbed next.

She made it the the parking garage some how only pausing to send out a tweet;

"Fuck your @TMZ"

Aida Fliess was freshly twenty years old and already a world class fuck up. Her story was never pleasant from the get go. Aida Fliess was originally an orphan with no origins just a locket made out of white gold and crystal with her name on it. Nothing else, not even a picture.

At the age of 10 she received her first false happy ending. She was adopted into a wholesome family that even gave her their last name. She lived in a nice house, got judo and jujitsu lessons got to experience siblings, school and a loving home for three years before a car accident took it all from her.

After that she was adopted by a member of the Japanese Yukuza, she lived on a cot in a dank garage. All she did was train like a seal and fight under ground for her master.

There was no school, no friends, no "I love yous", just her and fighting.

But Aida was not meant to listen to anyone to be honest so after a fight where she left her master half dead she emancipated herself. Shortly after that she got her GED and joined a local sanction where she was discovered.

Time for her second false happy ending. Aida fliess became a house hold name barely within a year. Her ufc records led to movie cameos and contracts. But Fame was a very toxic thing.

Because with fame came pandering and people wanting you for their own agenda.

Between the drugs and someone trusted and in power trying to use your body with out your consent it was a bit more than Aida could handle mentally.

Aida broke something driving out but didn't really catch what it was that she hit. She felt her eyes brim with tears as the dark thoughts clouded her mind. Her internal agony threatened to consume her again.

As she went to light her joint Aida felt a funny tingling in her body. Xanax has never done this to her nor weed nor alcohol. Then suddenly a blinding light filled her car. With horror Aida realized it was coming from her. She looked up at the dashboard and realized she was going into a building. She yelled and braces for contact but it never happened.

To the on looker Aida fliess had simply vanished from her vehicle all together.