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Parings: Randy Orton/ Shannon Moore

Warning: Cussing, violence, minimal blood

Summary: There's nothing like meeting the love of your life in a mental ward! Shannon Moore, diagnosed with Schizotypal personality disorder is the newest patient at Worldlove mental hospital. He catches the eye of one of the sweetest and most dangerous people there Randy Orton. On the road to recovery together they make friends and try to get to the outside.

This story will be written in journal and POV form.

this is journal form

this is POV

Alright let's get this over with… My name is Shannon Moore, i'm 17…and I'm an alcoholic… Ok was that good writing or what? Haha I was just joking I wanted to see how much of a laugh I could get outta ya before the real stuff happened ya'know? Ok it's crunch time now, so this here that you're reading, it's my journal. Yea a total load crap if I ever heard of it, but now I'm forced to keep one by the men in white as I like to call them. Sidenote: that would be an awesome movie to see what these 'men in white' had to deal with in mental wards. In case you didn't notice I'm the newest guest at the looney bin hotel and if you don't catch my drift then in plain English I'm in a mental ward. I'll tell ya why though so listen good it's about to be a really funny road these next few pages. Well I laughed...then again I am mentally insane.

Ok so get this, I'm schizotypal! Ain't that somethin' to find out about yourself. It's not even the fact that I have a personality disorder that's messed up though, it's the way I found out about it that still trips me out and to this day personality quizzes are my enemy. Yea that's right I took a freaking ONLINE quiz that led to a sequence of questions, tests, and a real diagnosis. Anyways I learned all about the little thingy or whatever and it sounded a lot like me so I showed it to my mom. Fatal mistake #1!

After I showed my mom she started talkin' about how her mom was schizotypal and mental illnesses were common in the family and blah blah blah! Everyday I came home she'd talk to me about and say I should see some one, of course I wont see anyone! I'm freakin' fine. Apparently refusal to seek help because you feel normal was another symptom. Typical. Fatal mistake #2 tellin' the guidance councelor. NEVER tell a COUNCELOR you may have a mental illness. She somehow managed to to get my friends and family together for a freaking intervention! Now that's crap. Of course I flipped, who wouldn't! sidenote: by flip I mean I punched someone in the face- don't know who. throw a chair through the window and tried to run down the street- turns out that is Fatal mistake #3!

So get this, it's freakin hilarious I wake up in a mental ward with more drugs in my system than Ozzy Osbourne. I was slobbing all over myself all I could do was look while medical personnel tended to my vitals. Sidenote: apparently the cutest guys work at mental wards go figure! In my doped up state all I could really think about was the betrayal I felt and how elephants were terrible ballerinas and that some guy with the awesomest blue eyes ever kept staring at me. Last week I was tested officially for mental illness. Apparently for the last three days- which I don't remember by the way- I was extremely violent and had to be forcibly subdued. Turns out that yes...i am what they suspected so know I have to go through intense mental therapy to make me normal and if I can control by reactions I won't have to take the medicine. Duh I can do with Randy by my side, the only person that I really ever trusted.

I watched as the therapist closed my journal and looked at me. She was an old little things, graying hair and a beautiful face shape that let's you know she was a looker in her day. She took of her horn rimmed glasses and looked me in the eye with a kind and gentle, almost motherly look. "This is very interesting Shannon."

Usually I hide my emotions to appear normal, but no use now I'm already here. So I smiled and heaved one big shrug of my shoulders shaking my head a little.

"Shannon?"

"Yes?" I said greatly amused by this whole situation, perhaps i was going into hysterics.

"Tell what you think of what's going on now." She said, her face still calm and gentle.

I laughed. I laughed and laughed until i almost cried and when i stopped I was still amused. "Sorry i couldn't help it, i was holdin' that in all day!" I said. "But to answer your question..."

I leaned back and looked up at the ceiling my smile fading "Honestly...i never thought I had a problem until they told me I did"

so what do you think? R&R please!