Author: avril-lavigne-rulez

Disclaimer: I won nothing at all Vince does, (I wish) not me.

A/N: This is a song fic. Song "Waste" by Staind. Chris and Steph just began fighting around the time HHH was 'helping' Trish learn a move.

Summary: How Chris deals with the lost of Stephanie McMahon, the girl he barely knew. Sort of a smoochy fic.

The black car pulled up to the grave yard. Amoung the many cars one limo sat at the front. The passengers of the black car climbed out. The four of them walked through the grave yard, all dressed in black heading toward the group of other people.

//Your mother came up to me, she wanted answers only she should know, only she should know.It wasn't easy to deal with the tears that rolled down her face. I had no answers 'cause I didn't even know you.//

Chris Jericho walked up and stood beside Edge and across from the small circle from Vince McMahon and his family....or what was left. He watched as Linda cried and Shane tried to comfort her bringing her into a tight hug. Vince tried to keep a stern face. But Chris could see the emotion swirling in his eyes, and the tears forming in the corners.

//But these word thay can't replace , the life you, the life you waste.//

Next to him Jeff tried to comfort Lita as she cried, and Matt just patted Jeff on the back tears running down his face. Chris then looked to Hunter. His face held no emotion, Chris had to fight the urge to go knock some since into him. If it was him he would have been crying harder than anyone else. He should be sad it was his wife that died.

Chris wondered what had cause Stephanie to take her own life. Was she pushed into it. The whole thing with Hunter must have been bad on her emotional state, and to help he had actually on more than one occasion made rude comments about her.

//How could you paint this picture? Was life as bad as it should seem that, there were no more options for you? I can't explain how I feel I've been there many times before. I've tasted the cold steel of my life crashing down before me.//

Chris thought of all the times he could have easily taken his life just the same but it would'nt be fair for him to leave his friends. He looked over at the Hardys and Lita. They had helped him through a lot. Though it was a well known fact that he knew very little about Stephanie, he wished he could of been there for her.

//But these word thay can't replace , the life you, the life you waste.//

His life wasn't exactly perfect infact it had many flaws, his relastionships ended mostly with him mourning after the girl, and mad that he couldn't get them back. It was almost over and he looked back up at the spot where Hunter stood, but he wasn't there, neither was Trish. Poor Steph he thought as he looked at the casket in front of him. He then looked back at Vince, who now had tears rolling down his face but kept a stern look on his face.

//Did daddy not love you? Or did he love you just too much? Did he control you? Did he live through you at your cost? Did he leave no questions for you to answer on your own?//

He then thought of all the times her dad had turned on her, and still he loved her but he wondered if she knew that before she took her life. if she did maybe she might not have taken her life. It was over and people left flowers on the casket and said thier goodbyes. Before his friends left he told them to go on without him he would call a cab.

He kneeled down beside the casket where her head was. "I'm sorry Steph," a tear silently fell down his face. He bowed his head and looked at the ground. "If I could take everything back I would, I know I didn't know you very well but I would have tried to help you." More tears rolled down his face as he lifted his head up.

"If I would have helped you..." he said choking back tears." Maybe you'd still be here and still be with you family, you may not have known it but each one of them loved you more than you can ever dream of." He smiled a bit, but soon disappeared as a frown came across his features and more tears came out of his eyes.

//Well fuck them, and fuck her, and fuck him, and fuck you, for not having the strength in your heart to pull through. I've had doubts, I have failed, I've fucked up, I've had plans, doesn't mean I should take my life with my own hands.//

He stood up and layed a white rose on top of the other flowers. He stepped back as it began to rain. "I'm sorry for everything , I'm sorry for what you had to go through and sorry that I added to it."

He turned his back on the casket, and whispered. "I'll miss you Stephanie."he then walked toward the road and called for a taxi on his cell phone, taking one last look at Stephanie's grave before whispering again. "I'll love forever," then stepping inside the car.

//But these word thay can't replace , the life you, the life you waste.//

The End.





A/N: Is it sad review and tell me what you think. It only took a few minutes to write, but I hoped you liked it. I listened to this song and just felt I had to write a story for it, it matched Stephanie so I decided to try and turn it into a Smooch fic.