Papercut

"The face inside is right beneath your skin. And it watches you, it watches everything you do, every night when you close your eyes you can feel it awake inside you. You can hear their laughter, their voices...the question is...can you control it?"

A/N: New story, based off of Linkin Park's 'Papercut" or their remix "Ppr:kut" I don't own anything. The lyrics are owned by Linkin Park and their respective owners, and I don't own the likes of Kelly Kelly, or any other characters from the WWE as they do own themselves, and are owned by WWE. Rated M for intense violence being mentioned here and later on.

Kelly's POV

A piercing scream could be heard throughout New Jersey's mental facility..another sleepless night. Who could sleep in a place like this anyway? It doesn't even feel like home. Not to me...not to anyone. Being in here, I try so hard to imagine, just close my eyes and imagine being home to myself, but if you're like me...you'll get this nagging feeling that this isn't home. That something is VERY wrong with your surroundings. This isn't no happy home that you used to live in. This feeling of living, being trapped inside a mental facility, feels like a splinter in your mind...driving you mad.

I'm here for a reason. Why you ask? Actually, there's TWO reasons why I am here. Two being the two people who put me in here...

I'm not insane, I never was, and I never am. Brie and Nikki Bella, two of my former best friends put me in here. Recently, I lost my best friend, who was there for me throughout the whole time, Eve Torres. Her death was placed on my shoulders, as I was accused of brutally killing her. Now this wasn't no ordinary murder...I can assure you that this was NO ordinary murder. This murder was out of anger and frustration...and it was very descriptive.

Remembering the crime scene, I felt nauseous as the dinner I ate started to rush back up within me, turning to the toilet in my cell, I stumbled along on me knees, holding my mouth and finally when I reached the toilet I hurled out last night's dinner. I forgot how bad these people can't cook...eating, at least here, was a terrible idea. I also forgot how bad the murder scarred me for life.

I remember her head being bashed into the wall, I remember her bruise marks, her scars that were layed upon her skin. I remember her intestines being splattered around my room, I also remember how many times she got stabbed to death as well, (although I'm pretty sure she was already dead with her head being based on the wall numerous of times), seventy-two.

I told you this was no ordinary murder. I didn't kill Eve, Eve was my best friend. I would never do anything to hurt her in anyway. Obviously...someone was really pissed off to murder someone so brutally.

If you want my opinion on who killed Eve...I'm starting to think that one of the Bella Twins did it. They were one of the first few people who accused me on the spot, and they HATED Eve. They absolutely despised her, the air she breathed, the places she been, everything. That despised every last inch of Eve Torres, I think I understand why now...jealousy.

That's the only thing I got right now...jealousy. My memory is an absolute blank. In order to clear my name, I have to back track, on what Eve did, where'd she go, and most importantly what did she do to deserve such aggression.

I have to prove that, if my guess is correct, that one of the Bella Twins did it, that one of them killed my best friend.

But I don't see how that's possible if I'm stuck behind bars in a mental facility, a crazy house. The Hell House as I would like to call it. This was like hell to me, as I don't deserve to be put in this place at the moment.

The bell rang and the cell doors opened signalling that it was time for us to eat...breakfast. Breakfast was the only meal I actually look forward to, the cafeteria ladies working taking shifts, basically like a cycle. The morning shift, the afternoon shift, and the evening shift. The cafeteria ladies, who worked in the morning actually know how to cook, and it's probably the only time I'll ever get taken to paradise in this horrible place.

Lunch was okay, not great though. Lunch ladies there, would make the same thing over and over again, and if asked to make something else, they'll refuse and give you the same hamburgers or hot dogs they cook. The bread is usually hard when I get hamburgers or hot dogs, so I just eat the meat of the hamburger or the hot dog itself. See what I mean when I say that lunch is okay?

The evening shift is terrible, their meatloaf is disgusting...not to mention their mash potatoes. Hell, you don't even have to eat it just to know that it's disgusting. All it takes is one scoop of crap to be slammed on your tray just for you to say.. 'Ugh, I'm not eating that.' If anything, I would rather have breakfast for lunch and dinner too. This is one of the reasons why I still keep my body figure...I don't usually eat much, even during breakfast. Just one or two things of food would be enough to keep me going throughout the day, and if I ever do eat too much...there's always free time they give us. (Thank God...maybe this place isn't completely hell after all.) And during this time, I always exercise, get my body going and in shape.

Gathering my breakfast, I sit at a table alone...when I notice a man sit right across from me. "Hey newbie." He smirks at me. I scowled at him.

"I do believe that I sit here alone..." I said to him. This was the first time anyone decided to sit with me at any point of the day.

"Not anymore. I never seen you around here before. What did you do?" He asked me.

"It's none of your business. I don't know you, and I'd rather not have a stranger know about what I did to get myself thrown in here. Okay?" I said to him.

"Well, let's get to know each other then." He said to me smiling.

"Oh just fuck off. Not the right time to be interested in relationships, jackass." I spat. He held his chest dramatically.

"Ouch. That hurts. But seriously...you're not going to make it out alone. Along the way you'll need someone to lean on." He says to me. I sighed. He's right...I guess this could be the perfect time for a wonderful friendship.

"Kelly." I mumbled.

"Hey Kelly, I'm Randy Orton. It's nice to meet you." Randy said shaking my hand. "So what did you do?" He asked me crossing his arms.

"You first." I insisted.

"Oh okay...if you put it that way." Randy replied as he adjusted himself in his seat. "I'm here because I have IED. It's a mental disorder, and I've put too many people in pain and suffering with this disorder. When I snap, when I get angry...it feels like I'm someone else. I blackout when it comes to The Viper." He explained to me.

I raised my eyebrows. "The Viper? Care to elaborate?" I asked him.

"I have a multiple personality disorder too. There's me, The Viper and The Legend Killer, but it's mostly me and The Viper. He comes out when I am most angry, that's why I blackout because a different side of me is coming into play." He explains to me.

"Oh. I understand. So you don't know when or why you hurt people? Is that why you are here?" I asked him.

"Yeah. Basically. My parents put me here to reclaim my sanity and discover who I really am as a person. Randy Orton a person, or Randy Orton the Viper." Randy explained.

"Good luck with that." I said to him. He now looks at me, curiosity creeping in. "So why are you here?" He asked.

I sighed. "I was accused of killing my best friend brutally." His eyes widened. "Damn, what happened?" He asked. I shook my head.

"I don't know. I can't remember. I just know that I didn't kill her." I shrugged my shoulders. "Do you want to clear your name?" He asked me.

"Yes."

"We have a doctor here. A psychiatrist. She studies the human mind, and how people behave. She's really good, she is the key factor, you're ticket out of here." Randy told me.

I raised my eyebrows interested. A psychiatrist? I'm not crazy, I refuse to accept it. And hearing this makes me not want to go and see this doctor. But she's my only way out...I have to...in some way...deal with her. If not, then I have to get out of here...someway...

There's your first chapter. I hope I am not speeding this up a bit. Maybe I'm not, maybe I am. Who knows? I just know that I'll be inspired alot to keep this story going. :) Review! :D