AN: Just a short one shot. Please Review.
Trish sat in the dark of her dressing room crying. That's what she liked these days. Sitting by herself in the dark. That's what everything felt like to her. She was alone. In the dark. Her best friend was gone. They used to be so tight but now Mickie just wanted to chill with Torrie all the time. It used to be Trish and Mickie every weekend just chillin in the hotel room or something and they would have fun just because they were with each other. At first Trish didnt care that Mickie wanted to hang out with Torrie. Hell, she was friends with Torrie and even went out with Torrie's brother, Devon. But when Trish broke up with him she didnt want to talk to Torrie as often because she had too many bad memories and feelings, but Mickie didnt fell that way.She went to lunch with her and constantly talked to her which got on her nerves a lot. But what hurt the most was when she called Trish when she was at the mall.
Flashback
Trish was in her hotel room reading a book when her phone started to play a Chris Brown ringtone. "Hello?"
"Hey gurl! I was calling to telll you I ran into Ifetayo from our old high school."
"Oh, How's she been?"
'She's good. In fact she's working on getting her fifth number today. She is really brave."
"Where you at?"
"The mall. I'm waiting for Torrie. Uh, well Torrie and Devon."
"Oh Well I'm gonna let you go. Have fun. Bye." Trish sat in her silent room trying to figure out what was happening.
End Flashback
"Why is it like this? Everything is so boring without my best friend. Oh yea. I'm a WWE Diva but she's never around to have fun with. I cant stay here without anyone. This isnt for me anymore." Trish sobbed to herself. "I got to get out of here."
Trish struggled to compose herself. She flicked on the ight and stumbled to the mirror and looked at her tear stained reflection. She dried her eyes and changed into a pair of baggy sweat pants and an old sweat shirt. She threw her long blonde hair back into a ponytail and tied her black and purple DCs. She gather all of her things that was scattered in her dressing room and slung them into a large duffel bag.
Trish took one last glance at her dressing room, remembering how she got ready for each show. All of the memories she had in various dressing rooms. She closed her eyes to stop the tears from coming back. "Good bye" she whispered. She turned on her heels and stepped out of her dressing room for the last time. She quickly mad eher way to an exit so she could escape without anyone noticing. She felt a warm hand on her shoulder.
"Trish?" She turned around to find John Cena staring at her confused, "Where are you going? The show starts in 30 minutes."
She had to look away. She couldnt look at his beautiful blue eyes. They had become so close while Mickie and Torrie started hanging out more and more. This hurt Trish just to face him. "I"m leaving John. You guys dont need me. This isnt for me anymore. I dont want to keep traveling. I want to go home."
"You can't leave Trish"
"Why not? Nobodies gonna care. They'll just find someone to replace me. Give me one good reason not to leave." Trish challenged.
"Because . . ."
"See I told you. There's not one reason for me to stay here." Trish turned to leave.
"Because I love you."