WWE owns everyone, but Sparrow...
Life around Corey became a blur; people's voices became muffled. For the last 5 hours he sat in a hospital waiting room staring at a speck on the floor. He couldn't look up at the people around him. He couldn't look at the Asshole COO, he couldn't look at the Rattle Snake, he couldn't look at the woman crying in the corner. Colby had at one point tried to talk to him to ease his mind, but it did no good. His voice fell upon deaf ears.
All that ran through Corey's head is 'She has a 40 percent chance of living'. She has a 40 percent chance of living to see another day. 40 percent wasn't good enough for him. Why did she have to try to end her life? Why didn't come to him? Why did she run back to the hotel room? Why did she have to slit her wrist? She knew what she was doing, she went vertically instead of horizontally. She wanted it to be over, she wanted to leave the world and everyone in it. The ache in his chest grew almost to the point where he would double over in pain.
It all rested on one soul woman. One blond bitch who couldn't keep her mouth shut. If she would have never opened her mouth none of this would have happened. Or would it? Was Sparrow just a ticking time bomb? If only Corey had more time with her. To console her, to help her, to... He gulped standing up and heading across the waiting room towards the vending machine. He wasn't hungry, but he needed to take his mind off of things. Everyone in the room watched as the Savior of Misbehavior casually walked across the tiled white floor. This would be the first movement he made in the last 5 hours.
He put a hand on each side of the vending machine and leaned his head against the glass. He snapped his eyes shut and lightly banged his head on the glass. Suddenly he slipped into a violent rage. First his arms started to shake as his knuckles turned a pure white from his grip on the vending machine. Then he began to shake the innocent vending machine before finally drawing back and kicking his foot through the glass. "WHY?" He shouted as he fell to the ground.
He sat there in front of the broken vending machine on shards of glass just looking at the sharp pieces of glass still left on the edges. No one moved in fear of Corey injuring them or himself. It stayed quiet for a few moments before a sob escaped his lips and he bowed his head. His body shook and shook as the tears flowed down his face. Austin walked over to the young man setting a gentle hand on his shoulder and placing an envelope on his lap before backing away.
Corey looked down at the envelope with his name printed across it. He quickly tore it open and began reading the letter inside.
Dear Matt,
You and me have gone head to head so many times. To be honest I thought you were a dickhead at first, but I was wrong. You're a good guy... Like many other men you do have your flaws, but a good guy none the less. You've been
there for me these last couple weeks and I can't begin to explain what that means to me. You tried like hell to convince me
that I deserved to live and because of that I have lasted longer than expected. I lived because you needed me to live. But tonight became too much. The whispers, the looks, I couldn't take it and no matter what you could have said would make me feel any different. None of this is on you. I repeat NONE of this is on you.
I need you to do me a favor though. I know it's asking a lot and if you mentally can't do it that is okay. I want you to keep that baby. I want you to love that child with all your heart. You need someone to love and someone who can love you back. A child is a thing to do that. Even in the teenage years they will still love you no matter how annoying you will be. I think you'll be an extremely protective father, but giving. So Matt I want you to keep that little boy or girl and love them to till the day that you die.
If you fuck up you better believe I will haunt your ass. To early for ghost jokes, huh?
All in all Matt, you are the best thing that has happened to me in a while. Thank you for everything. Thank you and thank the Shield boys too. They are a great group, never turn your back on them. By the way, if you ever get drunk again I give Jon full permission to kick your ass for me. Although I have a feeling I won't need to worry about that. You were my rock whether you knew it or not and again I thank you.
Love,
Sparrow.
Thanks for reading... Sorry if this is depressing :/... Comment!