By the time Kristen had gotten back to the hotel, it seemed useless to even bother covering some of the marks, people already had saw the makeup residue in Kane's glove. Her secret was reveled. People knew.

Don't let them get to you then. Shut the world out. You've shut the world out for five years, why bother letting people in anymore?

Kristen just sighed and got in the shower. She just sat there. Letting the hot water run over every cut. Every bruise. Every mark. Everything. She had fallen too deep into her depression for anyone to do anything.

Sorry Phil, Matty, Jeffy, and everyone who's tried to help me. You've only made it worse.

Picking up the razor blade she kept, she slowly dragged it across her skin, just laughing as she just added more cuts. More scars to add. Constant reminders of her fuck up-ness.

No! I promised them! I need to stop!

She couldn't. She just sat there, repeatedly dragging the blade over her skin. After adding about twenty more cuts, she got the courage to slowly get dressed and bandage up her cuts. Hearing the door slam, she knew she was in trouble. All she could do was face the monster.

Kane was pissed. The little bitch had embarrassed him once more. She was in for it. Waiting for her to face him, he balled up his fist.

"Do you know what you fucking did! Everyone knows! And know you pay." He growls. He only shoved her into the wall when she tried to run.

"50 superstars and divas, 50 different ways to be tortured." With a grin, he pulled a knife out and lightly dragged it from her collar bone to her wrist.

"One, they only get worse."

They did. With every punch, kick, cut, slash, and hit, the pain got worse. When he was done, he only dropped her on the floor.

"Go get cleaned up, freak. Then sleep on the floor. I need my rest for my match." He growled out.

Kristen only whimpered in response. She had never felt so weak in her entire life. She still managed to get up and drag herself to the bathroom. When she closed the door, she only slide down the door, crying. The crying to light sobs. The sobs turned into grabbing the blade and a bottle of pills.

No one will miss me.

Kristen was in the middle of opening the pill bottle, when she was pulled into a flashback.

Seventh Grade

"Promise me you won't do anything stupid. Promise me right now." Patrick Anderson said, while his parents called his name.

"I-I can't." 12 year old Kristen responded.

"Here, if you do anything stupid, then just know, that I'll be hurting with you." He said as he tied the piece of pink ribbon with his name on it around her wrist.

"No suicide attempts, no cutting, no burning, nothing." With that, he pulled her into a hug before turning and walking towards his parents, trailing his carry on behind him.

Kristen only sobbed, thinking of the guy that was her best friend, until he moved to Canada of course.

"No, I can't do this to myself." The girl whispered. "But it will take away all the pain."

It seemed like a battle with her inner demons, she wanted to end her life, but she couldn't. She couldn't hurt him. She couldn't break the promise.

Looking down at her wrist, Kristen takes off all of her bracelets until she was just left with the ribbons.

AJ

Punk

Zack

Matt

Jeff

Shannon

Gil

Randy

Corey

Cody

Sheamus

Miz

Kassius

Patrick

Then, she noticed something, three more had been added.

Seth

Roman

Dean

"How did they get there?" Kristen whispers to herself. Until she remembers something, before she passed out, she had felt someone tying something around her wrist and cold, gloved hands brushing against her skin.

Seth put them there?

Did she have a reason to live? Looking at the mess she made, she puts away the pills, and sits there, twirling the knife around in her hands, and instead of cutting, finds one of Kane's lighters. Flicking it on, she brings her finger down into the flame, just laughing as she burned her fingers.

Deciding to stop, she put the lighter away and went on to cleaning each and every cut. After cleaning the cuts, she sighed and lay down on the couch. She couldn't get any sleep at all. After changing, she made her way to the fitness room in the hotel.

"You're fat, lose a few pounds pig."

She hated being with Kane, but she couldn't escape him. Walking in, she noticed that three others occupied the room. Ignoring them and putting her ear buds in, she headed towards the treadmill, and doubled her normal workout routine.

While walking towards the weights, someone pulled out one of her ear buds. Turning to the person, she realized it was the one and only Seth Rollins.

"We need to talk."