I loved you and you hurt me. You never saw me but I saw you. You promised me love, Ted. You promised to stand at my side, to never back away though I knew you were scared. But that was just one of your lies, wasn't it?
I pretended the day I saw the bite marks that they weren't there. It was just my imagination playing tricks and running rampant. But then came the bruises. Just part of a match, I forced myself to believe. I wanted to believe. For my sake I had to believe! I did believe.
But then came the day. January 21st 2008. The day my world was taken from me. I had been working out in the gym and you had stayed behind. "Go, I'll be fine" you told me. And I had believed. I came back from working out and there you were, pants around your knee's and him pounding into you. Randy Orton was sending you to the brink and all I could do was watch. Love? Was it love that sent you to his arms? Was I not enough? Or was it just the fact that you never loved me. I left that day and here I sit.
The locker room around me is dark and I can see the glint of light off what I hold in my hand. I raise it to my head, the barrel pressed firmly to my temple. If it doesn't kill me, then we can still be Legacy but if it does kill me, you'll be happy. Randy will be there to hold you and make love to you. I'm in our locker room, the place where we first met, the place where we first made love. When you come here it will be a place of so many memories. Memories of love: you holding me as I sat on your lap with our lips pressed firmly together. Memories of friendship: you, Randy, and I talking about matches and laughing at jokes. But most of all it will hold memories of what you made me do. My body slumped into the bench, my hand still on the gun, my blood decorating the wall.
I pull the trigger, the sound of the gunshot being the last thing I hear and your terrified face being the last thing I see.