Title: Broken

Disclaimer: Anything you recognize? Doesn't belong to me.

A/N: This is my first story and may offend someone. Thank you for reading and and just wanted to clear things up… this is a FICTION, I repeat JUST A FICTION. Okay on with the story…

She locked her bathroom door as she entered. She stared into the mirror. Her eyes were red from crying continuously and she was pale like a ghost. It's been two and a half month and people still hate her for what she has done… and she knows it was a mistake, but what do you expect. She's human as all we are. Yes, she did have an affair with someone. She did want to stop it but before she could it was too late. He knew about it before she could even tell him. He didn't take the news very well. And she didn't expect him to react that far by announcing to the world that the relationship between him and herself was over and to blame it all with to the one who she was involve with, a person who once he call his best friend.

She didn't think her personal problem would be the end of her career. Although some of her fans still support her while the others… She could still hear people calling her a slut, two timing bitch, a whore and much more curse as people would think it suit her.

Now, everything that ever meant anything to her was gone. She just couldn't deal with it anymore. Call her weak, call her a wimp, she didn't really care. She just wanted out, she just wanted to get away… and if this was the way to do that, then so be it. She would end it now, take herself and her problems away, and maybe things would be better for it. Then she wouldn't have to face it.

Yes that sounded weak, like she was taking the easy way out, but she no longer cared. She just wanted it to be over, this pain that ripped her heart at night, and this fear that kept her always on the verge of tears. She tried to keep a brave face on, she tried to look like as if nothing had happen and she know that she can act like that forever.

She walked over to the shower, turning the water on and letting the tub fill. She tested the water and when the slow trickle came out steaming hot. She swirled her hand around in the water, and once high enough, shut off the stream. She stripped down to her bra and panties and stepped into the water, easing herself down.

She sighed as she leaned back, closing her eyes a moment to relax. When she opened her eyes, they fell upon the razor and she reached for it, twirling it in her hands a moment, just thinking.She tilted back her hands, getting a clear view of her wrists. Her eyes glassed over, almost as if in a trace as she brought the razor to her wrist, slicing through skin and into the vein. She quickly switched hands, repeating the gesture to the other wrist, hoping there was still enough strength in that hand to get the job done.

She was right. With both wrists slit, she hung one hand outside the tub, continuing to twirl the razor just above the floor. She submerged the other, watching intently how her blood swirled in the water, changing the liquid from clear to crimson.

Well, it won't be long now. Her head pounded and she no longer had the strength. The razor slipped from her hand onto the floor, as blood continued to drain down that hand and dripping onto the razor.

"I'm sorry." Lita whispered quietly before closing her eyes as the darkness engulfed her.