Hello people of Earth. This genre is usually out of my region of writing, but I absolutely adore this kinda stuff. I wanted to try something new and who better to ship than punklee amirite? I don't own anything about this besides the idea, everything else is probably strictly copyrighted by the WWE so enjoy.

A few years ago

This wasn't supposed to happen. Things weren't supposed to end up this way at all. He glanced down at his hands. Soaked, covered, drenched with guilt.

His hand ran through his hair as he leaned back. His back connected with the old, worn down wall. Then his fist. Repeatedly.

A scowl crept across his face as he put his hands on his lap, breathing heavily. He was too young to be in there. Too young to have committed that crime. Too young to have taken a life.

He screamed as loud as he could, rage, anger, all in one full blast echoing down the empty hallway. It wasn't too long till an old, grumpy police officer came trudging down and slamming the cell door with his baton.

"Quiet down Brooks! Wait here patiently for someone to bail you out and keep your mouth shut!" He grunted and walked slowly back the other way.

He glared at him as the figure faded into the darkness. He turned his head and stared out of the barred window. The moon was blocked by clouds tonight, making it seem even worse for him.

There was no light in the darkness. There was no way out of this. He was doomed. He was trapped, unable to escape.

"Don't worry Mr. Brooks, everything is going to be okay. You did nothing wrong." Being led into court with his lawyer was the last place he ever thought he'd be going.

It wasn't exactly on his bucket list.

"Cheer up Phil, I'm pretty sure the judge will see that you had no involvement." His best friend Colt gave him a reassuring pat on the back and a trying smile. None of these fake gestures of hope and faith worked on him.

"Fix your suit Phil, your tie's a mess." His mother gave his tie a slight tug back and forth much to his displeasure. "Leave a good impression on the judge." He nodded, pretending to care. As soon as he walked through the doors, he knew it was all over. Everything was going to end, right here in the courtroom.

...

"All rise." Everyone rose to their feet as the tension in the room was overwhelming. The jury took only two hours to decide and that wasn't a good sign on most occasions.

The stubby man cleared his throat. "We the jury find, Mr. Phillip Brooks, guilty for the murder of..." His voice started to fade out, as Phil started to daydream. He showed no emotion and just stood there looking down.

"You are hereby sentenced to 10 - 25 years in prison." The gavel slammed with authority making a loud thud. He was immediately placed in handcuffs. He didn't look up. He knew his best friend had his mouth wide open in shock and his mother was in tears and the verge of fainting. But still, he didn't look at them.

He didn't dare too. He just ignored them and walked to where the guards led him. He didn't care anymore.

Present Day

"AJ please! Get down from there, it's dangerous." Her two-toned best friend pleaded desperately with her. Tears overwhelming her as she saw her friend dangling her legs over the roof of the 5 story high building.

Her friend on the other hand just stared at her with a remorseful look. She was tired of everything. Of the constant attacks. The constant arguments. The bruises. The crying, everything. She was finally gonna get it over with.

"AJ you can't do this!" She stared down towards the brunette that now appeared. Her long locks followed the wind as they flew all over the face. She couldn't see it from this height, but the brunette had tears tracing down her face.

"AJ I know, the pain is insufferable! It's hard to deal with, but we are your friends. We want to help you. Just come down, and we can find a solution to this mess, together!" The two-toned girl was basically kneeling down on the pavement now. Pleading and begging with the girl, hoping she wouldn't jump to her death.

The sky was getting darker by the minute. It was unknown whether it was day or night. It really didn't matter.

She adjusted her position. She lifted her legs off the side of the building and back onto the rock hard roof. It gave her friends false hope that she had changed her mind

She didn't. Instead, this time, she chose to stand on the ledge of the building. A new feeling of horror filled the onlookers below. The wind was raging by now. The speed had picked up, but she didn't mind.

"Please! Daniel isn't worth all this trouble AJ!" Her friends were full on sobbing by now. She tried not to look at them. It hurt her too much. But in the end it would all be for the better. It would be better, she promised herself. She took a step forward and was prepared to feel the concrete in a few seconds. She was ready.

So, what'd you think? I thought I'd try out my new favorite shipping for this story. Since I'm close to finishing Fixing Broken Bonds, I felt like it was time to try something new. As always guys, review, put me on your alerts, fave me. It's much appreciated. If you do, I'll give you all CM Punk DVD's for Christmas?