Fall Safely in September
Disclamer: I don't own anything except my laptop
A/N: This popped into my mind at 1:00am so I'm sorry if it isn't the best thing ever written...Yes another one-shot
It happened in a flash, a dose of shock and outrage.
I should've, could've...no I couldn't do a damn thing about it, like everyone else.
Of course my achievements of winning the Women's title and becoming the co-Divas champion was a huge career changing, ranking up in the WWE food chain sort of news; but it had to take a backseat. To the main problem.
In September, I became the co-champion with Michelle, she's pretty nice but not the kind of person I would regularly associate myself with. A few weeks into my "reign" I recieved a phone call from my father, in his voice I could detect strains of sorrow and bitterness. He uttered only two words "She's gone." before the cell phone clattered on the floor and I soon joined it.
I couldn't speak for months after the terrible news, I just became a cold soul, following a routine of getting up, weep, go to the gym, do my job, and go back to sleep. I was a mental mess; I lost track of minutes, hours, days, and months. I felt dead to the world and to my friends.
December seventeenth was a tragic day in the life of Layla, I finally decided to end all the pain and agony with one swift blade to both my wrists. The blackness engulfed me and I felt my spirit leave my body, I saw myself for the first time and was horrified. I lost a shocking amount of weight, I looked like one of those models who had an eating disorder and probably would've died on the runway.
I heard a knock on the door, a muffled whisper, and then a turning of a key. Whoever this was had a lot of courage to just barge into my room and interrupt what I was doing, which was dying. Strangely it wasn't Michelle who came in, it was the WWE Champion, The Miz. I didn't know him to well even though we had that feud back in '06 and then the Extreme Expose' in '07, he just wasn't my cup of tea. I guess no one around here is. You could just see the utter shock that he had on his face after he saw my limp, lifeless body. This was the worst mistake I had ever made.
They tried to save me a few times, granted they were successful twice, but I lost way to much blood and they told my family no matter how many blood transfusions they attempt to give me it wouldn't work; my body didn't agree with any of it. So I died officially on January tenth, not the way it was supposed to be; but the way it had to be. I was to be an angel with my mother.
Angel of God, my guardian dear
to whom God's love commits me here.
Ever this day/night be at my side
to light, to guard, to rule and guide.
Amen.