So...this is the re-story (kinda) of 'How life can change'...I'm not sure how often I'll be updating but hopefully it should be fairly often...anyway, feedback and ideas are always welcome, please review and stuff...it'll help with the motivation:P Enjoy!
I thought I'd left it behind.
Granted, only for a little while.
But still, how could it follow me here? Of all places, why here?
Sat on the damp floor of the arena bathroom wearing nothing but armbands and my CM Punk t-shirt. It's my most prized possession and now I'll probably never be able to look at it without remembering. I choked out another sob. Why here?
Cardiff. Motor point arena. November 9th.
The date engraved in my skull since I ordered tickets. Butterflies embedded into my stomach and fear impregnated into my soul the minute I started planning my escape. I was so damn close. Another sob broke my already shaken body, this one louder than the last.
I knew it wouldn't last. I knew I had to go back, if I didn't it would only be worse. I was ready for that. Ready to finally give up. I just needed this…this one live experience. Then I couldn't care less what happened to me, I just needed to fulfil something. Wrestling was my something. Sob after sob until eventually I became a crying wreck on the floor again, must've been a few hours now but the toilets have been thankfully deserted since then. As if I teased fate, I heard a faint 'damn it' coming from outside. My eyes shot up but I hugged myself tighter as I heard footsteps come closer, hoping I'd be invisible if I got small enough.
The door opened, no one entered for a second…then, just like that the chick ran straight into the stall opposite me and slammed the door. Not even noticing my existence.
Huh…I was right.
In a vain attempt to stand up and avoid an awkward conversation of 'why are you sat on the floor? With no trousers on? Crying?' I pushed off the floor with my hands, trembling under the strain of actually moving after hours of being immobile. I must've gotten half an inch off the ground before falling back into my spot again. Come on girl, why would this chick care if you look slightly insane? You'll never see her again anyway…Willing myself to think of excuses to not move, just sit here and cry until the world ends. Or I fall asleep. Both sound way too appealing right now. I laid my head back against the cool tiled wall, now ruined with stains of blood from my busted lip. Damn it I really need to stop doing this.
The stall door opened and I think we were both as shocked to see each other. The 'chick' I thought came in turned out to be a dude, a fairly huge dude. Staring right at me. He took a step closer, ok I'm freaking out now. He's talking, but I can't hear anything, every thing's all blurry…I can't breath, I need to leave. Right now. I tried to push off the ground before he came any closer but just wacked my head on the tiles behind me. Damn it, I crawled into a corner, trying to tell him to leave but no words would come, I just sat there, opened mouthed like some fish out of water. He's in front of me now, why does he look familiar? Oh god my head. Not again, please. Please, I just want it to stop. Why is everything going black? What's going o…
Waking up is always the worst. People say it's the best part of the day because for a second, just a second you forget everything and burry your head a little deeper into the pillow. Well, I never had the second. It hit me the minute my brain started, the show, the amazing, electric, live show…a small, almost minuscule smile crept onto my lips. Just as quick as it appeared it vanished. I had to use the bathroom. I never saw him follow me…Come to think of it, where did this pillow come from? I stopped my thoughts and decided, against better judgement to open my eyes. Immediately blinded by sunlight I moved to use my arm as a shield to protect my eyes. Feeling the sick rise in the pit of my stomach upon seeing the marks left there. I could've sworn I was wearing my armbands…alright now I'm freaking out.
"Morning…" What. The. Actual. Fuck? No. I didn't go home with anyone last night. I'm miles away from home. They were the only ones there and they left afterwards. I felt my breathing speed up as I located the voice. Tears fully visible in my eyes now as I shoved my arms back under the covers and pulled them up, covering my chest.
"Where am I? Who the hell are you? Why aren't I where I fell asleep?" I'm hyperventilating now, he sat there, on a chair to the side of the bed I was lying in. Something looming in his eyes, an emotion I didn't recognise and almost didn't want to. Oh god why does my head hurt?
"I found you last night, you were in the bathroom? You looked pretty, erm, well screwed…so I brought you back here...I couldn't just leave you there, anything could've happened." I would've scoffed at his words if I wasn't so freaked out.
Why does he look so familiar? And what did I do to my head? Subconsciously I rubbed my head with my hand, revealing its secrets before I could realise. He pointed to the bedside table with two paracetamol and a glass of water. I shook my head 'no'. That was a mistake. He simply shrugged and lent back on the chair.
"So…care to explain why I found you in a bathroom with next to no clothes on?" He asked, his voice was strange…I couldn't work out what he wanted.
"I just need to leave ok. I'm really sorry for this and I'm grateful for the bed but I –"I stood up but was frozen due to the dizziness sent through my body courtesy of my head. I sat on the bed upright, legs hanging off the side while he knelt down and grabbed my arm to steady me.
"No, let me go!" I pulled my arm back and shuffled back, knees now raised to my chest and eyes wide like planets with tears refusing to fall. He sent me a confused look and raised both his hands in surrender.
"Whoa, look I'm sorry, I think you hit your head pretty bad…I can guess that something went down last night but I swear I wasn't a part of it, just let me help you…" his tone was unrecognisable, was it…could it be worry? No, no ones ever felt that towards me let alone some random stranger. Honestly, who am I kidding? With this headache I couldn't fight anyone off so I may as well let him help.
Like I said, I'm pretty much stuck without him…