A/N: Hey this is a brand new Jeff Hardy story! This one came to me one time when I was rummaging through the net and I happened to see a girl comment on how Jeff hardy would seriously injure himself one day. I worked hard on this one and I think that it is worthy! Please review I love those and I don't get many anymore...I think that my wrestling stories are worthy of reviews...not just my Inuyasha one and my DBZ ones. So please leave me some reviews...and if they are flames please be constructive because flames without constructive criticisms pisses me off.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own any of the characters in this story, they are all real people and no one can be owned...well...I guess Vince McMahon owns the wrestlers and himself, but other than that I have no clue lol. Please Enjoy!

You Saved Me

Chapter One: My Last Day Alive

I can remember the last day I was truly alive. I can remember everything down to the last glance.

The moment I had walked into that building tonight I had felt like I shouldn't be there. It's not like the people were giving me glares, or we had a drug test and I had smoked, no this was something different. This was something I had never experienced before. As I walked out of the curtain my theme music blaring through the speakers of the arena I felt sick. My titon tron flashed before me as my hips bucked to the beat of my music. I skipped down the ramp touching the hands of my fans. I got dragged into the crown and hugged ferociously by a little blonde teenager. I smiled at her and continued my walk to the ring. The whole match was a blur I was fighting Matt for a storyline. Yea, the writers had brought in the fire and my dog Jack, they can't leave anything out. The match went well to say the least, everything going according to plan.

I remember getting on the turn buckle to perform a swonton bomb. I was feeling the rush and the energy from the fans as they cheered for me my shirt finding it's way to one lucky girls hands. I twisted back around watching my brother lay in the ring motionless and jumped. I wish I could have turned back time, could have turned around and held onto the ropes, but as I jumped my pant leg was pulled and I went backwards. I remember thinking that it wasn't supposed to happen, my pant leg being pulled wasn't a part of tonight's storyline and this wasn't rehearsed. Everything got bright I saw the white lights from the ceiling and heard the screams of my fans. Then, like someone turned the volume to mute on the television during the most important part of the match, everything went silent.

Pain shot through my head, pain you can only imagine. My vision was blurry for a moment before I saw my brother's face come into my vision. His brown eyes full of worry. I hadn't seen fear like that in his eyes since mom had died in the hospital room. The medics were there in no time. They put a band around my neck and then I could hear everything.

"Jeff!" Matt yelled in my face. My fans screaming still scared for me. I have survived worse I thought thinking back to the many things I have done, much more Jeff Hardy, not a fall off of the turnbuckle. Like the swonton bomb I had done off of the lights to land on Randy Orton. What were they worried about now? I felt light headed none the less so I only laid there. I was lifted to a gurney and rolled out to an ambulance. Matt had followed me all the way out there. I laughed thinking about how mad McMahon would be when he got a hold of Matt. I kept my eyes closed as they moved me so I wouldn't feel sick.

I think I fell asleep as they rolled me to my room because I woke up in my room with not only Matt there but, my dad, and Beth there. I smiled at her standing in the corner holding herself. By the clock I hadn't of slept long, but by the presence of my dad and Beth I had slept for at least a day. Not normal for me. As usual a nurse had put a wheel chair in the room, I didn't need it, but they always did.

My stomach growled. I was starving! As Matt saw me wake up he pushed the emergency button above my bed. Several seconds later a nurse and a doctor walked into the room as if they had been waiting for it to happen. Everyone was acting weird, I was acting weird. Matt looked to me and Beth burst into tears. Now everyone was acting even weirder. The doctor sat at my bedside getting at my level and flipped through his notes. He finally looked up at me and sighed.

"Mr. Hardy, we have bad news. There is no good news we are sorry to say." My whole attention was focused on the doctor. I moved to sit up, but it was like moving dead weight. But this wasn't the usual feeling of my legs being asleep. No, I couldn't feel them.

"Mr. Hardy, you are permanently immobile from the waist down." I looked around the room, my father was looking at me his tired eyes even more worn. Matt was looking down at the ground his face betraying how he really felt. Beth was still crying. It was true. I could see it, I could feel it! I didn't have to wait for them to say "Gotcha!" I knew. I would never be able to walk again. I would never be able to work with the WWE again. I would never be able to drive, or ride, or run.

I heard laughing, hysterical laughter. Everyone looked at me and watched with horrified faces. Where was the laughing coming from? The stupid laughing! This is no laughing matter!

"Stop laughing!" I yelled and Matt put a hand on my foot

"Jeff, you were laughing." I tried to move my foot to get his hand off it, but it wouldn't move.

"I'm cripple." I said reaching for the bed rail. "I'm cripple." I said again, "No this can't be happening." The nurse closed the door just as I started screaming. It filled the room and leaked out my window. The sound of my cries reverberated off the court yard walls and worked their way around the hospital despite the attempts of the nurse. Beth wouldn't meet my gaze when I was finished. "Look at me!" I yelled at her throwing the blankets off of my legs. I pulled myself to a sitting position. "Beth!" From there she left. No goodbye, no I love you, no I'm sorry. She was just gone.

My father and Matt watched her go. It was only moments before McMahon came walking into the room.

"The secretary said it would be alright if I came in." His suit was clean pressed and in his hand was papers. He sat down on the chair next to my bed and I scowled at him. He could only be here for one reason. "Jeff I'm sorry. What Adam did wasn't supposed to happen. He was only supposed to go out and help Matt." I just stared at him my anger rising.

"No fucking shit!" Of fucking coarse this wasn't supposed to happen! Just cut the bull shit, I'm sorry small talk. Give me my damn release papers." McMahon looked at me and held out the papers.

"I really am sorry Jeff." He paused, "Do you want to come pick up your stuff before we leave for the next location?" I looked at Matt then to my dad, who still hasn't said anything.

"Yea whatever get out." I said looking around to everyone. McMahon got up to leave and I yelled. "Out!" He left and my family remained. "Get out!" I had meant them too, I had to be alone, had to save what little dignity I had. Matt and my dad got up quickly and left.

How did it happen? How did my life end so quickly? A fate worse than death and I am suffering it. Why? What did I do? Beth, what if I never see her again? Would she leave me alone like this? Could I being cripple be too much for her? I won't be able to do anything in my past. The only thing I have now is my now limited artistic ability. No job, no racing, no nothing.

My eyes landed on the wheel chair. I glared daggers at it. The brown chair sat in the shadows of the room. That was going to be my prison for the rest of my life. I didn't do anything to deserve this. I did...nothing! I was always a good child, an honest man, I did everything a good boyfriend should and God did this to me. He had took my mother from me when I was just a boy, now he had abandoned me, left me here to rot in this world, unable to run. To deal with all the sorry glances.

The tears came then. I was sorry for myself and I just let them come. No more extreme. Jeff Hardy is no more. It reminds me of my poetry, will my fans still love me even though I am cripple or will the name Jeff Hardy fade into nothing? My whole world just crashed around me and I was spiraling. My whole mind was in turmoil. I was limited to four wheels. What about my friends? I would just be a burden, an embarrassment. What now?

No. I would not be a burden; I would not put my brother or friends through that. I can just stay in my house. I wanted the ability to stay home, well now I have it. No wonder people say to be careful what you wish for. I laid there on my back, unable to turn around. I yelled again. This time out of anger, anger at everything, anger at myself, my brother, Adam, and most of all God. The one who had left me and shut me out. Once I was finished I must have laid there on my back unable to turn around. I probably sat there for hours. The sun has risen before I had fallen asleep. Tomorrow I had to empty out my locker.

(A/N: Alright this is the first chapter. Read on my pretties. I'm sure the first chapter got your attention. Trust me this isn't a tragedy so don't worry. Please review. I love those and I don't get many anymore. Also If you could check out my other stories that would be great! Have fun guys!)