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Parings: Randy Orton/ Shannon Moore

Warning: Cussing, violence, minimal blood

Summary: There's nothing like meeting the love of your life in a mental ward! Shannon Moore, diagnosed with Schizotypal personality disorder is the newest patient at Worldlove mental hospital. He catches the eye of one of the sweetest and most dangerous people there Randy Orton. On the road to recovery together they make friends and try to get to the outside.

This story will be written in journal and POV form.

this is journal form

this is POV

Author's note (if you don't read, you'll be quite confused): If you noticed in the first chapter i accidentally put Randy's Name in Shannon's Journal i didn't mean to do that because they have never met until the hospital so ignore that for me please. Yea and i know i said Matt Korklan in the other chapter, that's evan bourne's real name.

After the meeting I returned my room for about an hour where I wrote in my journal and watched a bit of T.V. It's really not much to do considering I couldn't go out of my room for the time being unless it was time to eat, or time to go to group or single session. It was really boring in here without my markers now that I thought about it. I wasn't much into writing in the journal more than I deemed necessary, so after that i watched T.V. (all ten channels!) which quickly became boring (yay news! I love being sad!) so i'd turn of the T.V. and sit and just watch the walls. After a while I thought back on the meeting and picked up my journal again, it was the only thing to do really.

Y'know meeting all those people were nice at group today. maybe we could hang out at lunch or something...if they like me ya know. They, probably all think i'm stupid or something, but i'll try, that's my ticket outta here! HA HA!

ok that was kinda fun, but any ways I think I like randy the most, he seems so nice! y'know like lost your pencil everyday he's always got one and never gets mad that you keep asking for one' nice.

Dave was nice to. he had a very s

I kept drifting in and out when I tried to write. Guess I was tired. I closed the journal and laid it on the desk with the pencil on top. I turned over on my bed and began to drift slowly off into sleep.

I don't know how long I slept, but it felt really long. The thing that woke me up was that though. I felt like someone was touching my forehead. There hand was soft, and they smelled like old spice body wash. It was a really comforting smell honestly.

I cracked open one eye to see Kevin staring down at me a distant look in his eye as he ran his hand up to my hair, and even though it was really weird, i wasn't scared of him, but that didn't stop the small gasp escape my lips. He pulled back immediately, like he was afraid I was going to start screaming. His hands out in front of him as he tried to explain.

"I-i'm sorry little one I didn't mean to do that! It wasn't my intention! Honestly I came here to get you for lunch, and when I saw you, you really looked like-looked like...well it's not important I guess." He said looking down and to the left, avoiding my eyes.

"No. It's ok Kevin just...who were you thinking of just now. Did I...remind you of someone?" I asked, sitting up, now fully awake.

"Well yea, my uh...my son actually." he said, his features twisting in pain. "He died...a few years back and looked just like you actually." he said tearing up as he spoke. It then occurred to me perhaps that was why he was so kind to me the other day, and even more so, those were the eyes I felt on me when I was so drugged up. My heart broke into a million pieces thinking of his loss and how hard it was on him.

At first I hesitated, but threw caution to the wind and stood to hug him. Anything to comfort someone who truly deserved it. As soon as I wrapped my arms around his neck he pulled me into a tight hug, standing at full height, which pulled me of the ground a good five inches. It was uncomfortable, but that didn't really matter right now.

"h-he woulda actually been 18 right now ya know?" he said sniffling into my shoulder. "He was just the sweetest thing ever...but-but a stray bullet pauses for noone I suppose." He said with a bitter laugh, making me ache more, I clung to him tighter. After a couple more minutes he put me back on the ground, standing arms length away from me. Tears still trying to edge over as he smiled down sadly at me.

"Thanks Shannon, your really a sweet kid. Now lets get you to the cafeteria." He said, still trying to feign happiness. I just put my hand on his arm in a soothing matter.

At lunch I grabbed two sandwiches, a banana, a cookie, and a glass of juice. Honestly, I was always so hungry during lunch time, it didn't matter how much I ate for breakfast. I could have a whole box of pizza, and still be hungry for lunch, that's just me.

As I looked for a seat, I saw Randy by himself again, this time not talking to himself, just picking at the bread roll he got. I steeled my self to be rejected and walked right up to him.

"Hi Randy. I'm Shannon,course you probably knew that...anyways I just thought that maybe we could sit together for lunch. Of course you don't have to!" I said in a rush, a little embarrassed at my rambling, but he just smiled sweetly and gestured to the empty seat across from him. I smiled a little and sat down quickly, staring at my plate, only glancing up briefly to see that randy was just staring intently at his plate as he chewed thoughtfully.

It was silent as we ate. Not tense or anything, but still it wasn't peaceful either, more like a little bit to the left of awkward or something. After Randy finished his bite he put his roll down and looked over at me.

"Hey Shannon. It's nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too Randy!" I said muffled. My hand over my mouth as I talked because there was still food in my mouth.

The side of Randy's mouth pulled up into a smile. "Polite are we?" I swallowed down the last of my bite and furrowed my brows in confusion.

"What do you mean?" I asked "Of course I love to be called polite who doesn't right? Just what makes me so particularly polite?" I continued, feeling the need to explain.

He just chuckled at me. "You still put your hand over your mouth when you chew. Not many people really do that."

"Oh was that kinda odd?" I asked scratching the back of my neck and smiling a little." "Yea I still do that 'cause I like to think people appreciate that sort of courtesy. Not that it bothers me when people don't but still...ya know the action is nice." I said thinking on it a little.

Randy just smiled again and went to take another bite of his sandwich so I did the same. The rest of lunch went well, just me and Randy talking a little here and there.

As the lunch hour was letting up the young boy-err-Matt came up to my side, still brushing of the invincible dust from his sleeves, staring straight ahead, a slight smile on his face.

"H-hey! I'm Matt, it's a pleasure to meet you." He said, slowly sounding out each word like he wanted them to sound perfect.

"Hi I am Shannon!" I said, smiling down at him though he continued to look forward. Randy just watched the exchange silently.

He smiled a bit more even though he continued to look forward.

"You seem really nice Shannon, do you want to maybe...hang out with me in the common area?" he asked

"What's that?" I asked (there's common area?)

His smile dropped suddenly. "Oh...you are not allowed out of your room yet? s-sorry I will just, good bye Shannon." He said walking up ahead quickly.

Oh yea! I do remember hearing about being able to leave your room at will at some point. The therapist would see me after dinner to see how I was coping and then if I was deemed stable enough she would let me come and go from my room as I pleased.

"Well..." I yelled out to him. He stopped and turned slowly. "I'm seeing the therapist tonight! Maybe i'll be allowed to leave my room after the meeting?" I said.

Matt smiled and nodded his before turning to go back to his own to leave the cafeteria.

The rest of us who had to be escorted back stayed, so it was just me and Randy again.

so what do you think? R&R please!

Quick question: Does anyone know if patients are allowed in each others rooms if they're stable enough to have unlocked doors?

Also what do you think of Kevin? Should he still be in the story even after they're aloud outta there rooms?