Beautiful

SUMMARY: Love was lost. She had it; it was beautiful. But then she lost that. Someone helped her to see the beauty once more, and was even more beautiful.

A/Ns: Thanks for the reviews, guys! Glad you liked it.

BTW, I forgot the disclaimer! Haha. It's a must in every story of mine, and I've made up another one.

DISCLAIMER: World Wrestling Entertainment and all aspects related to it are owned by the McMahon family. I disclaim to owning anything written here except for my original characters, the storyline, and any other fictional elements used to create this fiction. The author is not responsible for any underage users reading inappropriate content for their particular age, for the content in the piece of literature is clearly stated before the fiction itself.

Normally, she'd glare at any person that stared at her. She'd give them a warning look that she wasn't a hooker or just a girl. A fire lit her eyes that made him feel intimidated.

An angel that was a soldier inside. She had long black hair that was slightly curly. She had well-defined dark eyes and had fair skin. She was often mistaken to be Amy Lee, dressed differently and hair styled differently. She also graduated as first honorable mention and salutatorian in elementary and high school, respectively. Melanie always asked her to memorize her favorite songs' lyrics, due to her friend's photographic memory. She was currently in her second year of college, and was taking up medicine.

As she walked down the street, she ignored all those who came in her path. She was dressed in a tube top and a denim skirt just above her knees.

"Taxi!" she called, at the same time, waving her hand urgently. He stopped, and opened the door.

"Where may I take you, miss?"

She said the location of the hospital. "Sir, it's an emergency. I need to see my friend there."

He hesitated. The hospital was out of his area! But since she looked true to her word, he obliged.

"All right. But it'll cost a little more than usual." She nodded.

She watched the city streets. She could only hope she got there quickly, before John could do her any harm.

Eventually, she fell asleep. She hadn't slept for over a day, so, she couldn't help it.

"Oh, dear, I wonder where Catherine is. Visiting hours are almost over." Melanie said nervously. She would constantly peer at the doorway to see if her friend would arrive.

"Melanie, I'm sure she'll be here any minute."

"Miss? You're already here." said the driver, who gently shook her awake. Catherine reached for her purse and pulled out a twenty-dollar bill.

"Thank you. Keep the change." she said, stepping out.

The driver stared at the twenty-dollar bill in his hand, and smiled. This was more than double of what she needed to pay him. He could feed his family more food.

The tired man whispered, "May God bless your soul." Then he drove away.

Finally, after some few minutes, there was a knock on the door. The door swung open, and in entered the pale Catherine.

"Melanie!" she exclaimed.

"Catherine!" gasped Melanie.

Catherine quickly made her way towards her friend.

"Are you all right?" she asked.

"Yes, don't worry--"

"Don't worry, Melanie?" Catherine looked like she was going to faint. "Don't worry? How can I not worry when my best friend nearly gets run over?" She averted her eyes slightly towards John, with a warning glint in her eyes.

"Catherine..." Melanie sighed. Sometimes she wondered why she was the younger one. Catherine was very protective, and looked out for her a lot. She usually knew what was best. But Catherine was usually tough-minded and over-analytic. Those were her problems.

"Catherine," she repeated. "I only suffered some cuts, bruises, and scratches. Minor injuries. I can go home today."

"But who's going to take care of you?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Catherine, it's okay. I'll be fine in a few days, all right?" she assured.

She groaned. "Oh, all right. I really need to go. My teacher can't reschedule my exams."

"Yes. Go. You need to finish those, because they're very important." she replied. "By the way, be careful on the way back."

"Of course I will. Take care." she said, hugging her friend.

After Catherine stepped outside the door, Melanie spoke.

"I'm sorry... she's still a bit of a child inside." she said, feeling embarrassed.

John smiled. "That's all right. I've dealt with worse people. She was polite enough, if you need to know."

"Oh, good then. I suppose she kept her composure." she replied, chuckling. "What's your job, John? I'm curious."

"I'm a WWE wrestler." he replied casually.

Melanie looked surprised. "You're JBL?"

"Yes. I take it you don't watch?"

"No, I don't." she replied. "I haven't really tried watching, but Catherine loves it."

"Oh, she does?" he wondered. "Hmm. Try it. I'm sure you'll like it... in fact, once you're all better, why don't you give me a call? Maybe we can go out to dinner or something."

Melanie smiled. A WWE Wrestler? Asking her out? Hmm. What's the harm? He seemed nice.

"Sure, why not?"

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