A/N: Thank you for choosing to give my story a chance. While this is my first publishing under this account, few may remember my stories from my old account (.net/~chenai) which I have forgotten the login info for (Doh!). It has been awhile since I have written on here, but I hope that you will all read and review with your thoughts and wishes for the stories future.

This story is set in 2011 and will loosely follow WWE television; however I have taken a few years off of Randy's age in order for it to make sense. I own nothing but the characters I have created, and will also be using a few songs to tie in with my main character which have come from popular artists and of course, completely belong to them.

Lastly, this story is rated strongly for a reason, so please do not read if you are under the age of consent in your area.

The first chapter is short, but another update will follow shortly (if you want me to continue, that is!) Thank you and I hope to hear from you all!


The One That Got Away

It's like you're screaming, and no one can hear. You almost feel ashamed that someone could be that important, that without them, you feel like nothing. No one will ever understand how much it hurts. You feel hopeless; like nothing can save you. And when it's over, and it's gone, you almost wish that you could have all that bad stuff back... So that you could have the good. - "We Found Love"

Prologue

And this would how it would end. On a cold, dirty bathroom floor alone in some shitty little dive in California with no one to save her. She struggled to stay awake, somehow managing to pull her head up so her eyes could meet the door. There was no way she would reach it, her whole body felt numb. She managed to roll onto her back and stared up at the grotty ceiling. It was stained a disgusting nicotine yellow colour, and there was various spots that looked like they were about to cave in. She breathed heavily and used all her strength to feel around for her phone. She had to say goodbye.

She let out a sob of frustration, her head lolling to the side as she struggled to find what she was looking for. How could she leave this world without hearing his voice? She closed her eyes in a mix or relief and tiredness when she felt her hand close around the shape of her cell phone and pulled it to her chest, hitting speed dial one.

Please answer, please answer...

You have reached the mail box for 314-434-5693; please leave your message after the beep...

She scrunched her eyes shut as she let out a cry, dragging the cell phone to her ear. "It's me." Her voice was so slurred that the receiver of the message would have trouble understanding her words. "I've fucked up... I'm so sorry... I'm sorry you ever had to deal with this. I wish I could have been better for you, but its okay, because I'll be gone now and you can live your life without worrying about me. I love you; please don't ever forget that..."

She couldn't hold on anymore. The phone dropped from her hands and her head fell to the side, her shallow breathing fading as she slipped into unconsciousness.