Authors Note: How would you guys feel about a playlist to go along with this fic? Something you can listen to as things go on
Muse Song: Archangel – Kevin Sherwood & Elena Seigman
Alexa Bliss. The name sounds just as wonderful as she looks, doesn't it? I'm sure you know her, know just how innocent she comes off. The Eating Disorder thing hits home for a lot of people. You don't know the real her, though. No-one really knows the real her
Don't get me wrong, I'm proud of you for talking up about that ED, Lex. In fact, I think there needs to be more people like you around for the kids that need it. I remember on the tour after the Bray incident, hearing you talking to a young girl that was suffering the same problem. Exciting, really. That you could be a role model for people. I don't know what to say that people already know. They know the facade of you that you somehow manage to keep up. It's amazing, really. I thought it would've dropped with the heel thing, that you would keep kayfabe up, but you never did. You were all smiles and sweetness. Gag. It was the typical blonde beauty image that every one of you tried to keep up, but it was worse with you, Alexa. It was disgusting. You'd bat your eyes and have people falling at your feet. Don't get me wrong, you and Kofi were adorable for the first few days. Then it got weird.
But your attitude isn't why you're on here. In fact, it's a little worse than that. You offered to help me out so many times. Often or not, we were the kind of people to end up in hotel rooms completely drunk and laughing until the sun came up. It was some of the best times of my life. I'm thankful for them. I hope you know that, but one time? There was something that got a little under your skin. I wasn't going to question it. Especially after what had happened with Bray, but the moment you said you felt like someone was watching. I had to try and help out. So, we organised to meet up in a hotel room. You knew I was comfortable in my sexuality, you knew I was open to just about anything.
Was.. Does that make you uncomfortable yet?
Does anyone know that you kissed me that day? That you were so drunk you didn't hear the snap of his camera? Or did you? I think you did hear it. That the events that happened afterwards were all planned to try and get me that reputation back – and it did. I ended up the slut of a dyke. I hate that word. I really damn do. Anyway, lets explain – shall we? The kiss itself wasn't too bad. In fact, it was nice and sweet. Do you remember me touching your face? I was trying to get you off of me so we could go and confront him – but you didn't, and I guess I just didn't care anymore. But - the next day, oh. The next day the whispers returned, and I was left wondering why – and then I caught you.
"Oh, she forced me to kiss her. She's a queer, and it's horrible that she tried it on with me."
I can't describe how much that hurt me. Your vision of cute was crumbling to me. I wanted to believe that you were just trying to get me wound up, and then that picture went around – and I broke down. It wasn't really that what you did was bad. It was a terrible thing, but it wasn't horrific like certain people on these pages. You know what I mean? Anyway, there's nothing else too special to this page. You know how it would've gone. I cried, I got angry and I thought about the ways I could kill myself again. That was the end of it.
How sad.
We're gonna travel back to that party. We're gonna travel back to the reason I was in that room. You ready? Oh, how you should be. It's exciting
Jeff flinched, grip tightening around his laptop keyboard. 2 days since he'd gotten this dumb link off of Alexa, and he'd finally reached the reason as to why he was on here. The thoughts were still sinking in. Had he really helped someone he considered a friend (Maybe more.) kill herself? That was something he was struggling to comprehend. He'd never been a bad person, never really made any comments that weren't something she was used to. He hadn't really gotten out of the thoughts that he was in, The guilt that he had to live with – when someone knocked upon the hotel room door. Was it someone that had gotten these words of a dead girl? Had he took that long that someone had believed he hadn't passed it on? The younger Hardy didn't want to open the door. He couldn't face what was on the other side. After a few moments, the sickness in his stomach had died down. He had to open it. Shaking hands reached to the knob and turned, and when he came face to face with the company money grab, Jeff's head tilted. Why the hell was John Cena at his door? He wasn't on here. At least that was what he knew.
"Hey, Jeff." There's a faint smile on his face, and Jeff can't help but look oblivious. The lack of sleep had really been getting to him, and maybe that wasn't the smartest thing. Talking to someone when he was agitated "Can I come in?" He moved aside, moving back to the laptop as quick as he could to close it.
But a hand got in the way, and Jeff was left with a slackened jaw.
"Don't worry." John replied " - You know that person she said about? A second link? What page are you on?" Jeff looked just as confused as he felt, but frowned "Finished Alexas. On mine."
"Okay, good. I want you to read it with me."
"Why?"
"You're gonna need it."
