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Chapter 1: Everything's All Wrong

I used to wonder how people got to the point of wanting to die but now, it's all starting to make sense. I mean, even just the thought of committing suicide scared the hell out of me but now, now I understand how people get to the point where they don't want to live anymore, where there's nothing left in the world that feels like it's worth living for. If you had asked me just a few months ago if I ever thought about killing myself, I would have said no, following it up with something like 'I'm too scared to die'. If you asked me the same question now though, the answer would be completely different.

To feel like you want to die doesn't necessarily happen right away, at least not with me anyways. I'm sure some people have trigger incidents, maybe a traumatic experience that they can't deal with anymore, or maybe a big life-changing event that leaves someone so desperate to escape their life that they decide they don't want to live anymore.

For me, it was neither. I can't exactly pin point an exact event, I just know that everything continued building up until one day I couldn't take it anymore. The sadness and loneliness in my life was too much to handle. The feeling of abandonment and rejection was overwhelming. Wait a second though; I didn't jump right to the idea of suicide, although I did play with it for quite a while. No, my plan consisted more of devising some sort of accident, causing enough harm to myself that I would be put in the hospital but not enough damage that I would die.

Ideas came to me all over the place, at all times of the day. While I was driving down the road and spotted a telephone pole, I'd find myself wondering what was stopping me from driving my car into thick wooden post and waking up in a hospital bed surrounded by people who loved me? At least I was hoping people would be there. The more time I spent alone though, the more I was starting to believe that no one really did care about me.

Sure they all said that I was still their friend but no one was acting like it. The people I had become so close to were pushing me away, letting me sink deeper and deeper into my own, dark depression. Maybe if they had just been honest with me, things would have been different. I doubt it. It didn't matter. No one cared, no one bothered to try to talk to me about what was bothering me. No one gave a shit about what was going on. Even when I was surrounded by people who were supposed to be my friends, I still felt like I was all alone. I never asked for much, all I wanted was someone to say they cared.

Crying myself to sleep was becoming a common occurrence. Shying away from social gatherings was starting to happen more and more, I mean why would I want to be around people who didn't care anyways, it seemed like the easier, logical choice. People brushing me off was happening over and over again, even those people that I honestly felt were my closest friends, those people who had previously promised not to abandon me. Those people turned out to be a major part of my downfall.

My name is Quinn O'Reilly and this is my story.

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The slim brunette hugged her black jacket tighter against her taut body as she wandered aimlessly down the hall. She had just arrived back at the arena from her Christmas break vacation, which she had spent with her family but now, as the day passed by, Quinn was desperate to find someone to be her companion for the hyped up event that was New Year's Eve. It was already four o'clock in the afternoon and many of the other superstars whom she had come across already seemed to have plans, none of which involved her.

If she couldn't find anyone to be with for the night, it was going to be the second year in a row in which she spent the coveted midnight alone and upset. All she had wanted was for someone to invite her out with them, to feel wanted by anyone. Her best friend, Ted Dibiase, had already blown her off in order to spend the evening with his newest flavour of the week; some young blonde that had the brain capacity of a goldfish. Quinn was beginning to get used to being put on the backburner when it came to Ted, especially when he was trying to romance the newest conquest.

Cody Rhodes hadn't arrived back from Georgia in time, he wasn't even in contention for spending New Year's Eve with seeing as he was currently stuck at the airport back in his home state. Not that it mattered to Quinn, she figured he would have been tagging along with Ted, maybe getting him to set the young Rhodes up with one of the newest flavour of the week's friends. At least with him stuck at home though, he wouldn't be having an awesome New Year's either, with or without a girl and, as shameful as it was for Quinn to admit, knowing that Cody wasn't going to be having a grand ole time celebrating the beginning of a new year made her feel quite a bit better about her own situation.

The one person, however, who she was desperately hoping was free for the night was none other than Randy Orton. She had adored him to pieces, proclaiming they he was her best friend forever and in the beginning Randy easily accepted the job as well as the responsibilities. Lately, in spite of Randy's loyalty to the girl, Quinn was starting to give up on spending any sort of one on one time with him. Every time she suggested they go out and do something together, he always seemed to have an excuse, whether it be that he was already busy with one of the guys or that he had a date of his own. Randy moved from woman to woman faster than Quinn could keep track but that never seemed to bother her before, not until he started blowing her off completely. It wouldn't have been so bad but Randy had quit suggesting they hang out altogether a few months earlier, leaving Quinn to do the asking. It didn't seem to matter though, he was way too busy for her lately, at least that was what he told her.

Running a nervous hand through her straight, shoulder length, light brown hair, Quinn let out a shiver as a chill ran up her spine. Even if she was inside, she was still freezing cold, the winter atmosphere from outside seeping into her surroundings indoors. She was fully aware that it was winter outside but no matter how desperately she tried to get warm, her body was chilled to the bone, something that would only go away with a hot shower. Quinn had no plan for one of those, at least not until she found the man she was currently searching for, or maybe some form of company for the night.

Her brown eyes widened at the sight of him smiling. She figured he wasn't exactly smiling at her but it didn't matter, she had found him, ending her search. After wandering around the maze of hallways of the arena, she had finally set her sights on the Viper himself, none other than Randy Orton. He had on a jacket of his own, covering his heavily tattooed arms, something Quinn admired and could spend hours just staring at. Standing right next to him was the one and only John Cena, one of Randy's other good friends but someone he didn't see very often. That was what different brands could do to a friendship, Quinn was well aware of how hard it was for the two guys to actually spend some time together.

"Randy!" She called out, picking up her pace, her feet moving a little bit quicker as she moved towards him.

He jerked his head around and she swore she saw his smile falter when he realized who was calling for him. Even though the smile remained on her face, she had already felt the hurt welling up in her heart, a hurt that wasn't going to go away any time soon. It was when she finally came to stand next to him that she wondered what on earth she had done to warrant her closest friends not wanting her around anymore.

"Hey Quinn." Randy simply nodded at her.

"How are you Quinn?" John Cena asked, making his presence known.

She could tell by his tone that he genuinely cared about her well being but she knew enough not to take it personally. He seemed to care about most people and she wasn't anyone special to him, she was just another face in the crowd, a friend of a friend whom he only really knew because of association.

"I'm alright John, and you?" She asked back, if only to be polite. The real reason she had interrupted their conversation was because of Randy.

"Pretty good Quinn." He smiled.

Randy glanced from Quinn to John and then back to Quinn, letting the conversation fall into an awkward silence. John took note of the tension between the two of them and nodded towards Quinn, the smile still on his face. Raising his hand to wave at them, John turned around and began walking away from them, getting away from the tense atmosphere that only seemed to come around when Quinn showed up.

"What do you want Quinn?" Randy asked, his tone sounding harsher than he had planned, a tone that had not gone unnoticed by the brunette standing in front of him.

She stared at him for a few seconds, deciphering his mood. First his smile faltered at the sight of her and now he was standing in front of her speaking to her like she was a hindrance to him. Opening her mouth, she threw together various sentences in her mind but couldn't find the right words and closed her mouth, remaining silent for the time being.

Fighting off the urge to cry right in the middle of the hall while Randy looked at her, Quinn inhaled a deep breath and looked deep into his icy cold, blue eyes. He just looked back at her, the sigh he let out clearly signifying he was growing impatient with her silence, or maybe her presence, she wasn't exactly sure and she didn't really care to find out which was the specific reason for his impatience.

"Do you have plans tonight?" Quinn finally spoke, breaking the silence filled air.

"I don't know, I think I'm going to meet up with John later and hang out at the bar downtown."

"Oh, I see." Her voice sounded completely and utterly dejected but if Randy noticed, he didn't let on.

"Yeah. Anyways, have a good new year Quinn, I'll see you around."

Quinn stood still in the hallway, watching as Randy disappeared faster than she could say 'what about me' in regards to her and her lack of new year's plans. She wasn't going to invite herself along though, that would have been rude and awkward. He clearly didn't want her around and she wasn't going to put herself in a position where he was going to have to lie or make up an excuse to get rid of her. Tucking her slender hands into the pockets on the front of her jacket, Quinn turned on her heel and headed back down the hall from the direction in which she had just come, her pace much slower than before. With Randy out of the equation for spending the night with, she was desperate to find anyone who she knew well enough to celebrate the beginning of a new year with.

Running through the options in her head, she had come up with three possibilities. The first possibility of whom she could spend the night with was Mike Mizanin, someone who she had known for a few years now but wasn't best friends with. They had been put on separate brands at the previous year's draft, Quinn ending up on Smackdown while Mike remained on Raw. They generally always said hi to each other in the halls, when they happened to see each other, and more often than not ended up having a decent conversation about what each of them was up to in the company. Of course, being on different brands though, her sightings of the Miz dwindled to the odd pay per view or special event. Quinn immediately crossed him off the list, he was most likely spending the night with his girlfriend anyways, none other than the sultry Diva Maryse.

Her second option came in the form of a Scottish man that she had had drinks with on more than one occasion. Drew McIntyre always seemed to wave her over when he spotted her at the bars the rosters were out at. He always seemed to buy her a drink and talk to her for at least fifteen minutes before trying to get her to dance with him. She crossed him off the list too, she didn't want to spend New Year's Eve with a womanizing, arrogant, man who wanted nothing more than to lay his filthy paws all over Quinn's taut body. She figured he would rather spend his New Year's Eve with the girls who were willing to get into bed with him anyways, and she wasn't about to hope into his bed.

The last option, and clearly her most desperate one, was in the form of Zack Ryder. It wasn't that he was uncool or even that he was rather outgoing that bothered Quinn the most. She was rather uneasy about hanging out with the Long Island native for fear that he would get the wrong idea and spend all night trying to make out with her, or even worse, decide that she would be his new bro. Zack Ryder seemed like the kind of guy who was almost as desperate as Quinn was for people to like him and as much as she could sympathize with the odd man, she wasn't about to go searching for him either.

Letting out a small growl of frustration, Quinn had come to the unfortunate conclusion that she was going to spend New Year's Eve alone for the second year in a row. Heading towards the exit door of the deserted arena, Quinn dropped her head and looked at the floor, watching her feet move quickly as she walked. Her black Nikes with silver accents looked almost new, even though they were a month old, there was no way Quinn disrespected a decent pair of shoes, she took care of them, at least shoes would always be there for her if she ever needed them, unlike the people in her life.

Noticing that the light in the hallway had dimmed slightly, Quinn raised her head enough to notice the large form a mere three feet away from her. She didn't have time to stop, she barely had time to slow down before her shoulder collided with the man's arm, throwing them both off course. Quinn ended up doing a stealthy spin, remaining on her feet after a slight stumble, the man just taking a step back from the sudden impact, easily regaining his footing.

"I'm sorry love, I didn't notice you there." His accented voice broke the ice first.

"It's fine, I'm used to it." Quinn shot out before she even registered what she was saying.

Raising her hand to her mouth quickly, she let out a gasp at what she had said. Her eyes moved up the man's body before settling on his face, a polite smile on his lips. She looked into his green eyes and couldn't help but feel bad. She was the one who was staring at the floor wallowing in her own self pity, she was the one who should have been paying attention, how could she miss a man so tall, so big.

Slowly moving her hand away from her mouth, she tucked her hands back in her jacket pocket and forced a smile onto her face. He cocked his head at her, his eyes roaming her body. She had most definitely seen the man before, a fellow wrestler no doubt, but with the way her life was going lately, she had no idea what his name.

"I'm sorry too, I wasn't watching where I was going." Quinn admitted sheepishly, her cheeks blushing pink with embarrassment.

"That's quite alright, no harm done here." He chuckled heartily.

She couldn't help but feel that the laugh he let out at her wasn't something he let out all the time. The way he looked at her, with a bit of a twinkle in his eye, made her feel like maybe he wasn't like the rest of the people she knew. She looked at him and instantly made a rash decision. Maybe, just maybe her night wouldn't turn out so bad after all.

"Do you happen to have plans tonight?" She asked, praying that he would say no, suddenly wanting nothing more than to spend New Year's Eve with the tall, dark, handsome man.

"A few of my mates asked me to go out with them a few days ago, or else I would be spending New Year's Eve alone." He answered.

She nodded her understanding and reminded herself that it was a long shot anyway. A stranger as good looking as he was wouldn't not have plans for New Year's. For all she knew, he had a wonderful girlfriend who loved him very much and he was spending the night romancing who she could only imagine to be a sexy blonde.

"Right, of course, everyone has plans for New Year's, it's totally lame to spend it alone." Quinn scoffed, trying to mask her disappointment.

"Do you have plans for tonight love?" He asked, prying further into her personal life, his tone seemed genuine and she wondered why on earth he would be interested in her plans for the night.

"Yes, I do." She lied, not totally knowing why but not getting into specifics about what her made up plans entailed. Maybe having a stranger think she had no plans was rather embarrassing. He didn't have to know that she was indeed one of the lame people who would be spending the midnight celebration alone.

"Well may you have a wonderful New Year's Eve…sorry I didn't catch your name."

"Quinn, my name's Quinn." She forced a smile, extending her hand out towards him.

"Pleasure to meet you Quinn, my name's Wade."

He took her slender hand in his larger one and shook it firmly. When he released her hand, she felt the coldness of the season take over her body, as well as the cold from the loneliness she was experiencing. He flashed her another polite smile and stepped around her as he continued on his way. Glancing back at him, Quinn pushed the feeling of sadness taking over her body away for the time being. All she had to do was make it back to the hotel before she could curl up in her bed for the night and spend New Year's Eve wondering where everything had gone wrong.

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