Author's Note: The following fanfic was done for the LiveJournal 7 Lies community, because I am a nerd and I find Wayne to be more awesome than anyone else on the show. Consider all of this to take place before Fillmore came to visit him unless stated otherwise, by the way. Oh, and expect this to be finished tonight because I'm a nerd like that.
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Theme One: I hate you.
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I'm sorry, Wayne. I didn't mean it.
I just – I just couldn't take it. I couldn't. I'm so sorry, I thought I was stronger than this. I thought I could be here for you no matter how hard things got to be in your life, in my life. I wanted to be there for you, if that means anything. I wanted to be your girl in shining armor, your Southern belle. I thought I was tougher than you, so I could support you.
But I guess we know how true that is now, huh? I guess by the time the paramedics took me away and you shook like a leaf you saw just how weak I really am. My body was hurting. It was my mind, though, that had broken, shattered beyond repair. My will finally snapped from under me, leaving me cold, desperate and alone. Alone, because I knew then you couldn't save me. I couldn't save you. We couldn't save each other.
I couldn't keep going. I couldn't live like that anymore, taunted, hated, sneered at, never spoken to, friendless, beaten down verbally by everyone around me. What they did to me physically will go away with time, but it's the things I've had said to me that make me cry into my pillow at night. I'm so sorry, Wayne, I didn't want to leave, didn't want to force you to be there on your own, bearing the weight of everything on your back. But I don't wanna hurt anymore, I don't want to be scared anymore. I just want to be me.
I trusted you and you weren't there for me. That got me hurt, just not in the way you think. I don't care about the broken leg, I just can't believe you weren't there beside me like you said you would be. Don't I mean anything to you? Maybe I do, maybe you love me to, but in that moment, I didn't care what your side of the story was.
"I hate you, Wayne Legitt!"
I didn't mean it.