Hello everyone, this is a new idea of mine that popped into my head after reading a book, haha, lol. So it is somewhat based off of a book. Anyhoo, I only own Abigail, everyone else does NOT belong to me. Thank you to both PenMaster51 and my e-sis Angel for helping me out with beta-ing and a bundle of other stuff, you two are awesome! Here is the summary;

After Abigail Whitaker commits suicide, the entire WWE is left asking 'why'. Then, one day, ten coworkers each receice a letter and a video. Those letters and videos are what she left behind. In those letters and videos, she explains their role in her life...and death. She tells them their chapter of her story, but only when they find each other will the understand the full story. Only then will they understand why.

Please tell me your thoughts in a review and please enjoy the first chapter of The Ones She Left Behind.


Randy chuckled as he walked along with Ted DiBiase and Adam Copeland into the conference room. Vince had called a surprise meeting; phoning and rounding up all the workers he possibly could, namely the WWE Superstars and Divas. The room was encased in a slight buzz of confusion, frustration, and annoyance. None of them liked being called in on what was supposed to be their one day off this entire week, their one chance to explore the new city in the daylight. And instead of leaving them be, Vince had found something so freaking important, that the three rosters in their entirety were called in.

He had been enjoying a fabulous lunch with his friends, Adam and Ted, when Vince called him in; claiming it to be 'incredibly urgent and a mandatory meeting'. It was in their best interest to come, seeing as these meetings, albeit inconvenient and boring, were sometimes the deciding factor on who gave a damn enough to care and who deserved a raise because of that.

Taking the last three open seats, the three men looked quizzically around the room. The meeting had not started yet. Vince had been waiting until he was sure everyone was there. "Vince said the meeting started at 1:45...it's almost 2:20...how serious could this be?" Ted whispered to Randy, who shrugged in response.

"I don't know."

"It has to be pretty important, the man never waits for anyone." Adam murmured, earning a nod from his friends. It was true, you were either on time and got everything, or you were late and missed crucial information. Adam sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he glanced around. Up at the front of the room, Vince stood, quietly waiting with no signs of anger or criticism that was usually etched into his face. Their was no pompous air around him, no cloud of superiority that usually drowned them all. He looked…humbled, maybe even tinted with sadness or loss.

Ted leaned over the table, whispering, "Anybody know what this is about?"

The people across the table just shrugged. Matt Hardy bit his lip and shut his eyes, his fingers tapping a nervous rhythm across his phone. The elder Hardy looked tense, lines of worry cutting across his forehead as he fidgeted in his seat. Unable to keep still, Matt tapped his foot on the floor, clearing his throat as he picked up his phone and quickly checked it. His soft, chocolate brown eyes seemed to lose even more of their usual optimistic sparkle as he set his phone back down again, only to pick it up seconds later and repeat the cycle.

"Hey, man, it's okay. She has to be somewhere." Ron stated, putting a hand on the raven-haired man's shoulder. "She's probably on her way right now, any minute now." He assured Matt, who just shook his head and covered his mouth with the hand that wasn't tapping the table.

"You said that ten minutes ago."

"What's going on?" Randy asked. "Matt, you alright?"

Wordlessly, Matt shook his head and looked away. At first, Randy thought he didn't hear him.

"Matt…" Randy started again, but was stopped by Jay.

"He's just…worried."

"About?" Randy whispered.

"Abigail hasn't come yet." Jay replied quietly, worry and concern and confusion imprinted on the Canadian's face. Randy nodded, leaning back in his seat.

"Wait, what?" Ted asked, having been too distracted talking to Cody to even bother listening to Jay.

"Abigail, she's not here?"

"Abigail? Abigail Whitaker?" Ted asked. "Her?" He snorted. "That's odd, the chick is always punctual." Ted was about to say more when Vince spoke up, drawing everybody's attention to the front of the room. Vince stood at the podium, clearing his throat and shuffling with a stack of papers that he eventually gave up on and slid into a drawer. Off to his right, Stephanie sat on a chair, sobbing as Paul tried to comfort her. This only confirmed their suspicions…something serious had happened.

"Um, I-I'd like to thank you all for being so flexible with your schedules to attend this meeting. I just want you all to know that I greatly appreciate all the work you've done for me over the years and that, without you, I would be nothing. You are all hard, strong, and great workers, and I apologize if at any point in time it seems like you aren't worth my time. Each and every one of you should know that I owe all my success to my amazing workers, and I hardly thank you at all for it." He paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts. "You all must be wondering why I called you in here today, and before I move on and get into the reason why I gathered you all here, I want to know if any of you know if someone's not here.." He paused again and everyone began glancing around. A couple people, John Cena and Jack Hager, gingerly rose their hands. "Jack." Vince stated.

"Um...Abigail isn't here, sir."

At the mention of Abigail's name, Stephanie began to cry even harder, vicious sobs wracking her body as Paul wrapped an arm around her.

"Besides Abigail." Vince cleared his throat again. When no one spoke up, he continued. "I called this meeting to tell you all something that you should all know, and I'd rather you hear it from me than hear it from your fellow coworkers. One of our coworkers has very recently passed. Abigail Whitaker passed late last night, and I'm sure you are all…shocked by the sudden passing…" He paused, taking in a few breaths as if he himself were dangerously close to tears. "When a coworker passes, it's hard on all of us. Some of us are left wondering how someone who was here yesterday could be gone today, and how the absence of that person can…effect you. After being around the same people for years, the sudden loss of one of them can be…devastating. I know many of you were very close to Ms. Whitaker…" To Randy, Vince's voice faded into a soft murmur and out of the corner of his eye, Randy glanced at Matt. Out of all of them, Matt was definitely the closest friend Abigail had. Her death impacted him the most, and you could tell. As soon as her name rolled off of Vince's lips, Matt's strong outer-exterior crumbled and he had turned his head away, careful not to look at anybody in particular.

Deaths in this business were nothing knew. In this business, people died young, it was almost a stereotype; a cruel, dark stereotype. Focusing back on what Vince was saying, Randy looked intently at the man with the podium.

"I would like you all to send your condolences to the friends and family of Abigail Whitaker. I know that Ms. Whitaker had very little family and that many of you grew to know and care for her very deeply. I thought of her as a member of my own family and I send my condolences out to her loved ones. Ms. Whitaker's death came as a great shock to us all, and I believe that we could all be a source of comfort for one another. Please, do not hesitate to ask if you need time off, and please keep the memory of Ms. Whitaker in your hearts and minds. She was a dedicated employee, hard-working, energetic, and such a sweet, sweet young lady, and her death is a true tragedy that came far too soon. Are-are there any questions?" As Vince finished, he grabbed a tissue and dabbed at his eye. Randy looked around, many of the Divas were crying, while some of the guys comforted them, or stared stoically into space, too shocked to move.

Randy swallowed the lump that was forming in his throat.

*Randy POV*

Damn right she died too young…I thought silently. She was only 28. She was gone. Gone…just like that. Yesterday she was smiling, looking up at us with amber eyes and now, she was gone. Her voice, her presence, her smile, her eyes, her laugh…everything just gone, stolen away. There was something missing though, and I couldn't put my finger on it until Nick stuck his hand in the air.

"Yes, Nick?" Vince asked and I couldn't help but give him points for being so composed. Seeing as he had just announced the death of on of his employees.

"Sir, um…how did she die?"

Yes. That is what was missing; the cause. How did Abigail die? Not that anybody probably cared until Nick asked. They just knew she was gone, who cared how it happened. Regardless, she would still be gone. And nothing was bringing her back. The room grew silent and Vince glanced around the room nervously, but cleared his throat once again. He had promised to answer any questions we had.

"Ms. Whitaker…" He started but shook his head. "Abigail." He corrected himself. "Abi died…she." Vince choked back the tears that were threatening to spill over. It was never good when your own boss had to announce the death of a coworker, "She committed suicide."

Suicide. The word hung limply in my mind, not even progressing in my brain until Eve broke down into sobs across from me. Suicide. Abigail was dead, gone…and she took it all away herself. She wasn't killed by some random person. Her death wasn't the sick, twisted workings of someone else's fantasy. Her death was a carefully crafted plan emerging from her own mind. She took her own life. It was all her idea, her hands, her mind purposefully leaving us all behind. Suicide was selfish and most of the time, a shock. Not once did Abigail even hint at being depressed, at least not what I could see and truthfully, I wasn't a close, close friend of hers. I mean, we were coworkers, but we were never as close as she was to other people.

People like Matt Hardy.

Matt, he got up from his chair as soon as the word 'suicide' spilled off of Vince's lips, and left the room in a rush. He looked sick to his stomach, tired; as if his entire world was just pulled out from under him. Seconds later, Ron stood and was about to follow him when Jay shook his head.

"Let him go…" He murmured and Ron nodded, returning to his seat.

Vince began talking again. "I-I know that we lost Abigail under…unusual circumstances, and I understand that Abigail didn't seem depressed. None of us saw this coming and when someone close dies so suddenly and in a manner such as the way Abigail passed, it's devastating. Please, if any of you even notice any signs of depression, or that someone may be contemplating taking their own life, do not ignore it. Please, tell someone if you, or anyone you know feels suicidal. In a couple days, we will be having a suicide seminar to discuss this in further detail."

John Hennigan raised his hand.

"Yes?"

"When's the funeral?"

"A date has not been set yet, but as soon as one is decided, you will all be notified."

"Was there a note?"

A note…an explanation, anything to give us some insight on why she did what she did.

"No. Um, Abigail did not leave a note." Vince answered.

She didn't leave a note; she just left us all wondering why.

"If there are no more questions, you may all be dismissed." Vince concluded the meeting and stood up straight as we all filed out of the conference room. As I was walking away, Maryse slid up beside me, looping her arm through mine.

"Um, Randy?"

"Yeah?" I answered. Truthfully, I didn't want to talk to anybody, even if they encouraged it. Nobody wants to talk about death, especially suicides. They were the hardest, knowing that someone took their own life and that you could've stopped them. Knowing that you could've helped them through whatever mess they felt trapped in. Knowing you failed keeping that person from the edge and because someone turned away; they fell. They fell when you couldn't catch them, or when you wouldn't.

"Do you want to…talk?"

I shook my head. I just wanted to think . Think about the secrets behind her suicide. The how…when, where…why. So many unanswered questions, many of which nobody really cared about, except one. There was one that would haunt most of us, creeping up when we were trying to sleep, drilling into our skulls until we were obsessed with what the answer was, slowly descending into madness, anger, and depression. Yet, some people would rather not know the answer to that one question. To some, the answer was a remedy, something to ease their minds, while to others, it just brought an onslaught of nightmares. If any of us could ask Abigail one question, I have a pretty damn good idea what that question would be. It was burning on my mind, on all of our minds…

The question was why.