Keep Your Finger off the Switch

by Mighty Pen

Don't you understand your own delusion?! / Don't you understand your own confusion?! Meet Ally, the manager of HHH. This is her life. And you better keep your finger off the switch while she tells her story.

8. In The End - The Finale

"Keep Your Finger off the Switch"

Chapter Eight- In the End- The Finale

"Thanks, Stephanie," I said, grabbing the blue cup. I was a little cold from the draft in my hotel room, but it was even colder in Stephanie's house. I grabbed the mug and the warmth spread through my arms and down my body. Taking a long sip, I noticed Stephanie was staring at me.

"Is everything okay, Steph?" I asked, uncertainly. Stephanie broke out of her devious trance and smiled. "What? Oh, yeah, I am fine. Go on Drink your tea. You look cold." I nodded. "Because I am." I took another long sip. I was almost half done. "Steph, this tastes different," I noticed.

Stephanie looked alarmed. "What?" I just shrugged. "You didn't put LSD in it, did you? Ha, ha." I laughed. With another long gulp, I finished the tea. Every last drop. Stephanie looked very satisfied. "Maybe it's because I use different tea bags." Stephanie nodded. "Probably." Taking the two cups, she walked back into the kitchen.

I smiled. The warm tea made me feel the same way when Jean had kissed me. I lay back on the couch, flexing my head around Stephanie's throw pillows. Wait a minute. My stomach was lurching, back and forth. It was doing flip-flops. My mouth filled up with spit, as if I was about to throw up.

"STEPHANIE!" I called, grabbing my stomach. I heard pots and pans clash, and crash. Stephanie ran into the kitchen. "What the hell happened?" Stephanie asked me, picking me up and carrying me to the bathroom. "My fucking stomach," I moaned. I freely vomited as I reached the toilet.

"What the fuck was in that tea?" I asked, wiping my mouth with a towel. "Teabags and lemon! Are you allergic to lemon?" Stephanie screamed, patting my back as I threw up some more. My head began to spin. Stephanie's face turned into an ugly, creepy monster. I screamed and threw my arms over my head.

"Stop! Stop! Stop!" I screamed. "Turn back!" I shouted. Stephanie arched an eyebrow. "What?" I screamed. My stomach was lurching, and I knew I wasn't finished throwing up. I was sweaty and hot, and I fell back, my head hit the sink, and everything went black.

*

"She's in very critical condition." The doctor told Stephanie, Jean, Dwayne, and Shane. "You!" Dwayne screamed. He took Stephanie by the shirt. "You fucking whore! You did this to her! You fed her LSD! She's going to OD!" Jean calmed Stephanie and Dwayne down. "I am sorry," Stephanie cried.

"It was just a joke! I didn't know she was going to OD!" Stephanie was sobbing and her tears stained Jean's shirt. "Mr. McMahon? Mr. Levesque? Mr. Johnson? Miss McMahon?" The doctor came in. All of my "friends" turned their head. "Ally is slowly slipping She has enough life to stay on for about another hour. She requests your presence."

The four of them stepped into the room. Stephanie was hysterical. "Ally! I am so sorry! I didn't mean to kill you!" I blinked, but it took a lot out of me. "You? You do this to me you fucking bitch?" Jean calmed me down. "Shush, shush," He stroked my hair. "Shush It's okay."

I shook my head. As I did, some hair fell out. "It's not okay I'm dying right now." I felt my heart stop. I turned blue. It started again, slowly. As I took my last breath, I thought, in the end, the WWF killed me. Like I knew it would.