Life Has It's Limits: Chapter 1

I sat in the very back of the train, watching everything pass by my very eyes. I didn't feel like being around anyone, right now. I didn't want to be around anyone, after what happened in my life. Why me? Why me of all people had to happen like this? Hours and hours have gone by like nothing with the accident always on my mind. No matter how much I try to shake it out of my head, it just keeps coming back.

"Excuse me, is this seat taken?" said a voice bringing me out of my train of thought.

"Oh no...sorry." I replied with a smile, moving my bags out of the empty seat. The woman sat next to me, giving me a warm smile on her face. I smiled back for my own sake.

There was a moment that seemed like silence, until the woman spoke up. "I love dancing. Now I never had the body for it." the woman told with a chuckle as she looked at the cover of my magazine. "You dance, don't you?"

"I... I use to." I muttered as a flood of memories washed over me. I briefly shook my head a bit, trying get rid of the memories that keep finding themselves in my head. I remember everything. I remember everything perfectly clear, like a written sheet of paper. It was on the day of my graduation...not to mention the day of my mother's death. I remember coming home and finding her not there...instead, found policeman standing around my house. They asked me what my name was and I told them. They asked me to come to the police station with them...and that's when I found out...that my mother was killed. In a car accident. When I heard those words, I almost collapsed on the floor. I felt lonely...a loss that I will never see again. That's how it all ended up being a mess. Right now, I am being shipped to my cousin's in St Louis Missouri.

The train finally pulled into the train stop. As it did, I looked around for my cousin through the window. My face lit up a bit, when I found him, standing next to his wife. I walked up to where my cousin and his wife were waiting at, carrying my carry-on-bag. I pulled my older cousin in a tight hug. It's been like forever, since I've seen him. I was only 8 years old, when my mother decided to get up and move somewhere else, away from my loving family.

"10 years later and look at you." said my cousin.

"Yeah." I replied with a small smile.

I looked towards his wife, with a smile. She embraced me in a warm hug. "You've grown up so big. Last time I saw you, you were so tiny and now look at you. Tall and pretty."

"It's nice to see you two again." I muttered, with a low voice.

"C'mon. You must be really tired, from riding that train so long." My cousin said, wrapping his arms around my shoulders and started to walk.

"I slept through most of it." I answered, with a slight yawn.

My cousin nodded his head understanding. "Do you have all your stuff, sweetheart?" His wife asked, making sure that I did.

"Yeah. Three suitcases, one big one." I told her.

He grabbed my carry-on-bag, walking away to lead me to their ride.

"Sorry that you had to go through that, Bambi. We know it must have been hard for you to have found out about your mother's death." explained his wife.

"Can we please not talk about her, ever again?" I said, looking out the window. I was seriously not in the mood to talk about her. She was the only family that I had left to trust to protect me. And now all of that is gone, after she died. Right now, I just wished she was still here, comforting me.

"I understand...sorry..." she apologized. I watch her give me a look of sympathy for a moment, before turning around in her seat. My cousin finally pulled up to a stop. The three of us got out of the car, but not before helping me get my things out of the trunk of the car. I took a first look of the house, while my cousin got my stuff. The house was fairly big and slightly had a few windows. I wouldn't be surprised if they had a big huge pool in the back of their house.

I followed the two of them into the huge building, to know where they lived. "Here we are." my cousin said as he opened the door, easing my things inside. "Put them anywhere. I'll give you a tour." he said as his wife shut the door. I followed my cousin around, letting him show me around his house.

I guess this is my new life from now on. No more living in the neighborhood like I use to, or nothing. This is my new life. Let me introduce myself to my new life. My name...is Bambi Orton. And I am the cousin of Randy Orton.

I know that chapter was a bit cheesy and boring, but this is my first time writing a WWE fic. I was afraid to write one, because I thought I would get judgement for even doing a WWE fanfic. Well, I hope I get a review and if there's anything wrong, just let me know. If you want to see what my character Bambi looks like, it's linked to my profile.