Author: Night Dragon
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Note: None really, though I like to say thanks to all the people who
actually reading this. :)
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Confusion
By: Night Dragon
I groaned as I got back to my hotel. Shit... I never thought it would
end up this bad. I collapsed onto my bed. I could barely move from my
spot. Too many bruises. Too sore. Well, hell, at least that bastard
got fucking suspended…
I sighed and rolled over onto my back, which ignited a shot of pain.
The doctors said I should rest and take it easy. How the hell am I
supposed to take it easy? I mean, how the hell am I going to be able
to relax? I lost the person who I had given my heart to, all because
of one damn mistake. One screw up ruined it all!
Hell, I even knew the answer...
I closed my eyes tightly, wanting to rid myself of the memory. But of
course, it was no use. Dammit, that is the nightmare I have been
seeing over and over. Hell, of course they'll never go away!
No...
never...
I opened my eyes and looked at the ceiling. Something that was so
perfect... He was so perfect, and I had to destroy it all.
Dammit, how the hell did Triple H bring me to that point? I faked it
all. I faked the hatred I had for Billy, bringing me to hurt him. I
kept telling myself that once it had been done, Billy would have
understood.
Like hell.
It didn't happen. Hell, I didn't have the fucking guts to even see
him. To call. To just have a glimpse. None. Too damn afraid to see
what I had done.
Now that he's back... I did see him. Dammit... he still is, and
will
always be beautiful.
"....If you did actually have some sort of compassion in your sorry
ass soul, then you would leave me alone,"
He was in hell.
I was in hell. It was because of me that he got hurt. I hurt him.
Dammit, why the hell hadn't he beat me up? How come the fist
meant to
hit me repeatedly never even grazed me? Hell, I wanted him to hit me.
For me to actually feel what he had been living through.
But, as usual, that never happened. But those words... they did a
whole lot more damage than Stone Cold's fists....
Hell, word had probably gotten around, saying that an idiot just
jumped fucking Stone Cold and got his ass kicked.
And everyone probably knew who was that idiot... I sighed. Now, after
all that shit, I laid in my room looking at the ceiling feeling all
the pain on my head, back, legs, arms... dammit, every freaking place
on my body.
I turned on my side ready to get some sort of sleep, when the door
knocked. I grumbled and struggled out and tried to ignore the pain...
which failed... I opened the door. No one was there. I cursed and
looked down. A small white box sat there. I picked it up, feeling all
the pain come shooting at me, and went back inside.
I sat back down on the bed and opened the box.
A golden retriever puppy.
I smirked as I picked up the stuffed animal. On it's collar was a
note. I put the toy down and opened up the note.
Hope you get well, Pup.
That was all. No signature on who sent me this or anything. Great...
at least I get a toy for my troubles. I picked up the stuffed animal.
It carried the same characteristic as the real thing except.... it's
eyes. The puppy's eyes were the most amazing shade of blue I had ever
seen. It was neither dark, nor light. But it held a lot of emotion,
just like....
Billy's...
Shit. Did he?... dammit! If he was the one who gave me this, then I
just fucking missed him! I could feel myself smile. Billy… maybe.
Oh
God, maybe he still loves me. Maybe he understands...
My smile faded.... or... I look down at the puppy. Into it's glass
eyes. Or maybe this is just out of pity... nothing more....