Okay, so I've had this story in my head for a few weeks now and after changing the plot, characters and title countless time I've finally got it. This story will be dealing with things like rape, abuse, drugs, alcohol and suicide (as you've probably guessed from the title) and alot of the usual stuff you're used to reading. The story will start off as a chapter dealing with present time after the girls deaths followed by maybe 5 or more parts in between dealing with the past before the girls deaths. I know it's kinda confusing, but bare with me here please lol. I also had an idea of making this like a musical since I've haven't seen many people do that, but I dont know how it'll turn out. Anyway, onto the story, I hope you like it.

Virgin Pure

Chapter One: Introduction

A lot has been said about them over the years, but nothing that gives us any answers. Even when we were young we had tried to figure out the mystery and put the pieces together, but we couldn't. Everybody had their own opinions, their own theories about what had happened. We argued about it countless times, in fact we still do even though we realized we would never be sure about the series of events.

The events which resulted in the suicides of Rachael and Virginia Jude.

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"Are you okay Randy?" Hunter Levesque asked his friend worriedly.

Randy Orton remained silent as he sat at the lunch table staring at the empty space across from him, the space that his girlfriend had once occupied. He clenched his fist as he stared at the space harder, thinking that if he kept his eyes fixated long enough she would reappear as if nothing happened. As if she wasn't dead.

"Come on man you gotta eat something." Jeff Hardy explained pushing the ham sandwich randy had discarded earlier towards him.

Orton pushed the sandwich away making Jeff roll his eyes. "I ain't hungry."

"Dude you have soccer practice this afternoon, you have to eat." responded John Cena.

"Man fuck soccer practice." Randy yelled. A few students who were walking by stopped and looked over at group.

"Calm down man, people are staring." Hunter replied.

"As if they weren't before." muttered randy, he glanced at the kids who were still looking at him. "What the fuck are you looking at!" He yelled angrily. Not wanting to upset the senior even more the students quickly scattered out of sight.

"Look I know you're a fucking wreck right now, but you really need to relax." John said resting a hand on his shoulder.

Randy began to laugh, "Relax….relax?" A loud bang sounded on the table as he slammed his fist down. Nearly the entire lunch room looked over at the four men. "My girlfriend just killed herself a fucking week ago!" he stated making Jeff, Hunter and John lower their heads sadly. "And all you guys care about is 'Oh Randy you gotta eat this', 'Oh Randy you have soccer practice', 'Randy you haven't been doing your homework your grades are going down'. When are you gonna realized I don't give a fuck about that shit anymore? All I cared about was Virginia and guess what you guys…?"

The three men looked up at Randy. He smiled as a few tears escaped his eyes, grabbing his backpack he leaned down so only his friends could hear him.

"She's dead." Everyone watched as he stormed out into the court yard.

"I better go talk to him."

"No, I'm the only one who understands what he's going through. I'll do it."

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Randy walked over to a nearby bench and plopped down, tossing his backpack at his feet. He didn't care if it was raining and that he was getting soaked, he didn't care if it was windy and he was dressed in a black short sleeved shirt. At this point nothing mattered to him anymore, not his family, school, sports, not even his friends. He felt like dying right then and there, what was there to live for anyway?

"Is this seat taken?" Orton shook his head already knowing who it was. Hunter sat down next to him pulling the hood of his jacket over his head. "You do realize it's raining?"

"No shit genius." he snapped.

Hunter whistled. "Guess your mood hasn't changed." He heard his friend sigh.

"I'm sorry." Randy said turning to him.

"It's cool, I know how you're feeling. Remember my girlfriend killed herself too." Hunter said trying to force a small smile as he bumped his friend's shoulder with his own.

Orton nodded as he thought about Virginia's sister Rachael. Hunter and her had just started going out a month ago.

"How are you holding up?" he asked.

He took a semi-deep breath and titled his head back. "I'm taking it day by day. It still hasn't sunk in fully." he turned to randy. "I still can't grasp everything yet."

Randy nodded and looked down at the ground. "Think we'll ever find out what happened?"

Hunter shrugged, "I don't know, I'm still trying to figure out why. Everybody's saying that there were so many signs."

"There weren't any signs, no one knew what was going on with them."

"Why couldn't she just talk to me, tell me what was going on so I could've helped." Hunter asked himself aloud.

"I asked the same thing right after it happened. I kept asking myself over and over trying to find an answer. Then I realized, maybe what was going on in their lives we couldn't help them with. Maybe that was the only way they could deal with it."

"You figured that all out by yourself?"

"I've been thinking about this a lot lately." Randy answered.

"Same here." Hunter glanced down at the ground for a moment before he heard Orton begin to cry. Scooting closer to him he set an arm around him and instinctively randy rested his head on his shoulder.

"I miss her so much." Randy cried.

"I know, I miss Rachael too." Hunter replied, tears threatening to escaped his brows orbs as well. He felt his friend began to cry harder and he pulled him closer.

"I wish this never happened."

Suddenly Hunter felt the warm tears running down his cheeks, he didn't bother to wipe them away. He had spent a week putting on a straight face pretending as if he wasn't affected by Rachael's death, that he didn't care, but he did.

Finally it hit him like a baseball bat. Rachael was dead, the girl he realized he had feelings for, his girlfriend was dead, she had killed herself. But why? Was Randy wrong, were there in fact signs, were there clues right in front of his face telling him that something was wrong? Had she told him or even tried to tell him about what was happening and he shrugged it off as nothing? So many questions raced through his mind as the tears fell faster and the rain fell harder. His breathing began to increase, his cheeks began to feel hot and he had this horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Randy wiped away a few fresh tears. "I wish I could have stopped her, Hunter."

"Me too."

Author's Note: I'm not to fond of this chapter to tell you the truth, but I needed to do the introduction to get things started. Again I hope you like it, the next part of Chapter One will start from the beginning.