Title: Good at Being Bad

Disclaimer: Don't own the characters, don't sue.

Note: All italics mean what the characters are thinking

Dedication: To those who may not realize, words can hurt more than any physical pain that might bring. Think of your actions towards others, for you may never know how much damage you may have done to another person's life without knowing.

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"Trish, baby, that wasn't very nice what you did to me yesterday," Tommy had said, coming up to her again since yesterday.

When does "no" not mean what it says?

Trish pasted a fake smile on her face "You deserved everything you got."

His face was no longer one of amusement but of anger. He swung at her but she saw it coming, so she ducked. Trish hit him in the back of the head, not enough to hurt him, but enough to make him knocked out for a few seconds.

She cleaned her hands from the filth, spitting on his face before walking on her way.

Trish bumped into someone, and she quickly backed up, ready to strike, thinking it was one of the many assholes in the federation.

"Whoa," He said, stepping away from her.

"I'm so sorry Edge I didn't know it was you, I just thought…"

Edge ran his hand through his hair nervously "One of the guys bugging you?" He asked, looking over Trish's shoulder to Tommy on the ground.

"Nothing that I can't handle," Trish replied, when deep inside she had wanted to tell him everything, about her past, her present. She wished there was someone she could speak to, but she knew that she was alone in the world that no one would want to help her, like her mother had told her over and over again in her teenage years.

Alone, the way I was born, the way I live, the way I will die.

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Later on that day, Lita and Spike arrived at the arena. Spike had gone to discuss the match that he had later on in the show with his brothers.

She shuffled in the halls, trying to reach her locker room without bumping into anyone she didn't want to. Like Matt

She looked up, sensing a presence. It was Matt, no other. Lita tried to clutch her necklace but found it was not around her neck as it had been for the last eight years. She searched frantically but it seemed as if it disappeared into thin air. Matt never looked her way, passing by her as if she didn't exist.

It finally dawned on her. She had left her necklace back in the hotel room.

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Matt passed by Lita, but made sure not to look her way, to show that she didn't even deserve to breathe the same air that everyone else did after everything that she had done, everything she had put the team through.

"Can you believe her?" He yelled, pacing back and forth in his locker room when he had came back to his locker room.

Jeff only absentmindedly nodded, he didn't want to talk bad things about her, because in his heart he felt that something was wrong, but he just didn't know what.

"Why are you looking so sad? Lita is a traitor, we did the right thing by kicking her out of the group!"

"I just don't think that we should talk badly about her, just leave her alone, she's already getting a lot of heat from the rest of the guys."

"You don't get it do you Jeff? This is Lita we're talking about! Lita who hit Molly, Lita who joined up with…with…Edge!" Matt said as if it was a dirty word.

Jeff lost his cool demeanor and got up "Yeah I get it Matt, I get it real clear. I get it that you don't understand when I say that we were friends with her for over eight years, in those eight years has she ever done anything to us to make us thing she's a traitor? No, and now that we've turned our backs on her, I think the least we could do is give her some respect, respect from the years of friendship we had with her, to leave her alone!" Jeff pushed Matt out of the way, heading outside to cool off.

"What's your problem?" Matt muttered.

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Lita had driven over to the hotel room, in hopes of finding her necklace, but it was already gone when she had arrived.

She collapsed onto the bed, sobs wracking throughout her body, the one item that symbolized Matt's friendship with her, the only thing left to remind her of her friendship was gone, as if it never was.

Lita stumbled over into the bathroom, locking it behind her. She took out her pocketknife. Her tear stained face staring at the shiny blade. She stood over the sink, looking up to see her reflection staring back. The disheveled hair, the red rimmed eyes, the tear stained face, she didn't recognize herself anymore.

She glanced back at the knife. She trailed her hand along the smooth ridges of the knife; knowing just a little deeper and all her pain would be gone. She watched as a thin trail of blood slowly began to appear, falling to the sink, making the water turn red. Her hand wavered slightly as she witnessed her own pool of blood.

Be strong. You can get through this, just put the knife down.

A voice from deep inside of her told her, but she shook her head, knowing everything wouldn't be all right, if she put the knife down, Matt would still hate her, Jeff would still hate her, She would still hate herself.

You don't need to do this to end the pain, the suffering. You can get through this with help. Spike would help you.

She shook her head furiously; Spike was only with her because she was a part of his team. If she weren't, then he wouldn't even give her a passing glance.

She took a deep breath, knowing this may be the last time she may ever take one.

She let the knife slit her wrists.

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"Lita?" Spike called out, looking into what seemed like an empty hotel room.

He had rushed over to the hotel when he had heard from Trish that she saw Lita rushing out of the arena and when she had asked where she was going, she had mumbled something about going to a hotel room to get something.

He observed the room. Someone had definitely been here since the last time he and Lita left.

The bed sheets were pushed over to the side; it seemed like someone had tripped over the small bed stand.

He froze when he looked down at the bathroom door. The carpet around the bathroom door was a deep shade of crimson red, when it was supposed to be an off white.

"Lita?" Spike whispered, he felt a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Please, not Lita. Anyone but Lita.

He kicked the door, a breaking of wood was heard, but the door was sturdy, still locked. He slammed his shoulder against the door until it slammed open.

There on the floor, was Lita. His Lita. Spike knelt down to Lita, holding her in his arms.

Why Lita? Why?

She had a peaceful look on her face, as if she was sleeping. He put his hand lightly to her neck, checking for the pulse. He then felt it, it was a faint pulse, but one nonetheless.

"Somebody help her please!" He yelled until his throat was raw.

People had quickly came to help, calling the ambulance. A small crowd had formed around Spike and Lita.

"Lita, it's going to be ok, just hang in there, please don't leave me," Spike kissed the red hair that he had so loved, his tears falling, mixing in with her tears, that had slowly begun to descend although her eyes were closed.

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Note: again, a short chapter. But you can't really blame me can you? It's RAW IS WAR night! Hehe. Hope you like this chapter :)